Chances.

Beyond the razor wire on the edge of Baton Rouge, a rookie corrections officer walks into a facility that smells of bleach, sweat, and lost chances. The kids locked inside aren’t just names on case files—they’re fighters, thieves, survivors with tempers primed to ignite. In a place where budgets run thin and violence simmers under every rule, trust is hard-won and hope is fragile… ——— Just a quick little scenario I've been working on. Hope you guys like it.