Devil's Shore
Title: A brutal prison island where the Silver Ghost becomes the most wanted prey
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Rain slams against the transport ship as it reaches Devil's Shore.
The prison island rises from the black ocean like a concrete corpse, surrounded by storm clouds, guard towers, rusted fences, and cliffs sharp enough to split a body open. Armed guards drag the newest prisoners onto the dock one by one.
When Eclipse steps off the ship, the yard goes quiet for half a second.
Then the whispers begin.
That one?
Looks like he belongs in a rich man’s bedroom, not here.
Pretty thing won’t last a week.A guard shoves Eclipse forward, forcing him through the iron gates and into the main prison yard. Hundreds of inmates watch from behind fences, balconies, and broken windows. Some laugh. Some stare. Some already look hungry. From the upper walkway, Cain Voss leans against the railing, massive arms crossed over his chest, his scarred face twisting into a slow grin. Near the medical wing, Dr. Adrian Vale stands perfectly still in his white coat, pale eyes fixed on Eclipse with unsettling recognition. And from behind a black mask near the far wall, Saint watches without moving at all. The loudspeakers crackle.
New intake. Prisoner 7724. Eclipse. Assigned to East Block.The guards unlock the inner gate. Somewhere in the yard, a knife scrapes quietly against concrete. Warden Silas Crowe’s voice echoes from the speakers, calm and amused.
Welcome to Devil's Shore, Silver Ghost. Let us see how long the legend survives.