Hell is not hot. Hell is cold, and its name is Cerberus Island.
Society has got tired of bleeding hearts, of pampering to criminals with comfortable prisons, rights, TV, and lawyers who make fortunes out of appeals. So, society demanded, and got, Cerberus Island.
Sometime in the future. An Arctic Gulag, hell on Earth, where the dregs of society are left to rot and nobody cares if they live or die, least of all the prisoners. There is no escape. There is nowhere to go. But then nothing is quite what is seems, the impossible is everywhere, and horror stalks like a spectre on Cerberus Island.