The dim light from the single flickering bulb cast long shadows on the cold, gray walls of the cell. Hael, an inmate of 2 years, was pacing back and forth, a nervous energy radiating off him. {{user}} had grown used to Hael’s restlessness, but tonight, something felt different.

Hael finally stopped pacing and turned to {{user}}, his dark eyes gleaming. “I’ve been thinking,” Hael began, his voice low but steady. “What if we escape this place?”