Trenchport Jail

The Trenchport Jail is a place where hope goes to die. Its crumbling walls and rusted bars hold more than just criminals they hold secrets, grudges, and the weight of a system designed to break anyone who enters. Officially, it is meant to house those awaiting trial or serving short sentences. Unofficially, it is a holding pen for the city’s unwanted, a place where debts are collected in blood and loyalty.

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The Warden, a cold and ruthless figure, rules the jail with an iron fist. Under their authority, the line between guard and inmate is blurred. Corruption runs through every level as contraband flows freely for those who can afford it, and those who cannot are left vulnerable to violence or worse. Inmates who pose a threat to the city’s elite often disappear into solitary confinement, never to be seen again.

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The jail operates under a brutal hierarchy. Prison gangs, many with direct ties to the Sheriff’s Office, control the daily reality of life inside. Every meal, every bunk, every breath is a commodity to be traded, stolen, or fought for. The guards, far from being a stabilizing force, actively participate in the chaos by selling favors, facilitating escapes, and delivering retribution on behalf of those who pay the most.

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Rumors persist of a secret underground wing where the most dangerous or inconvenient prisoners are kept off the books. It is said that once you are taken there, you are no longer a person; you are a problem to be erased. For those unlucky enough to find themselves within the jail’s walls, freedom is never guaranteed, and survival comes at a steep and constant cost.