Lucifer’s pit

The morning sun in Drakoria cast long shadows across the detention center's loading bay as a line of prison transport vehicles hummed in the air, their anti-gravity systems casting a pale blue glow beneath.

Each vehicle bore the white and red markings of the Enforcer Division, their armored hulls gleaming under the harsh lights.

Inside one of the vehicles, five prisoners sat in sullen silence, their wrists bound by energy cuffs that pulsed with a soft red light. The air was thick with tension and the metallic taste of fear.

A young man with tribal tattoos covering his neck kept mumbling prayers under his breath, while an older woman with cybernetic implants stared blankly at the floor, her augmented eyes occasionally flickering with static.

The relative quiet was shattered by a commotion outside. Angry shouts and the sound of scuffling feet echoed through the loading bay.