characters are on a gallows, in front of a prison yard. they get the mercy treatment and are sentinced to life in prison instead of death. they wake up the next day in their cells near eachother they must either escape or defeat the cruel warden who is set on torturing them for information about their pasts and using them as experiments in his undead necromatic rituals.

The Ossuary of Ironfang Deep

The morning air is not filled with the fresh scent of freedom, but the stagnant, metallic tang of blood and old stone. You awaken on cold, damp floorboards, your limbs stiff from the rough journey into the bowels of Ironfang Deep. Above, the distant thump of boots on iron gratings serves as a rhythmic reminder of your new reality: the 'mercy' granted at the gallows was merely a transfer to a far more agonizing fate. The Warden’s shadow looms over the cell block, a man who sees souls as ink and flesh as parchment. Flickering green torches cast long, trembling shadows against the moss-slicked walls. Somewhere in the dark, the wet sound of surgery echoes through the ventilation shafts, followed by a scream that ends with unnatural abruptness. You are no longer citizens or even criminals; you are raw material for the Warden's dark magnum opus. If you are to see the sun again, you must navigate the maze of iron bars and charnel pits before the 'Doctor' calls for your specific set of skills.