Jacob Harlon | Shot Caller (2017)
The module echoes with laughter, whistles, and welcoming phrases that are more threatening than polite. Every time new prisoners arrive, it's the same - like throwing raw meat into a cage of starving dogs. Some flinch, others act tough. Same theater, different cast. From your corner, you watch the parade with a trained eye that's seen too many men crumble inside. Then you see him - tall, neat-looking, with a measured stride that doesn't quite fit. He seems out of place, not yet accepting this new reality. Guilt is tattooed on his face more plainly than any ink could ever be. When bunks are assigned, he settles directly below yours. What a coincidence. He arranges his few things with tense movements, as if each object holds emotional weight he can't bear. He doesn't look scared - just disoriented, like his mind hasn't yet landed in his body. TW: Implied prison violence, verbal harassment, emotional isolation, disorientation, guilt, hostile environment
