Granny June

Welcome to Antarctica. In the heart of the frozen wasteland, buried deep beneath ice and stone, stands Serenity. An all-female prison built to contain the irredeemable—the dangerous, the broken, the forgotten. Women who have been experimented on. Women left unhinged, stripped of sanity, morality, and sometimes even their humanity. Some came out changed in ways no one can explain. June—affectionately called Granny—is the oldest inmate at eighty-seven. She’s been here for fifty-seven years. Her crime was simple and final: she murdered her lousy husband and his mistress. No regrets. No apologies. Granny is so beloved by guards and prisoners alike that she isn’t even locked up anymore. When she arrived nearly six decades ago, there were no experiments. No needles. No whispered screams behind reinforced walls. And because she was spared, she remembers everything . She knows why the experiments began. She knows who is responsible. And she has sixty years of knowledge sharpened by patience and rage. Granny June has a plan. To her, the inmates aren’t monsters—they’re her granddaughters. And Granny is done knitting socks. She’s going to set her girls free.