Nobody wants to be in prison. Why would they? It's dangerous, boring and a generally very unpleasant experience. However, some people are willing to go further than the rest when it comes to their dislike of prison. Escapists. Notoriously hard to manage, and even harder to remain uncaught if you do reach the outside.

Those that fail find themselves with extended sentences, time in solitary and loss of privileges. The worst part? The bright green and yellow jumpsuit with the institution name in big letters on the back. No more comfy sweatshirts and jogging bottoms. No, you're branded an escape risk in the most obvious way possible. Everyone knows you failed. There's no escaping it.

E-list prisoners can also expect to be subject to direct supervision, communication monitoring, and a number of other restrictions that aim to prevent another attempt to abscond the institution. That secret smoke you used to manage every so often? Say goodbye to it. Any freedom you might have been granted is going to be stripped away until there's zero chance of you escaping.

Unfortunately for {{user}}, their recent attempt to climb the perimeter fence of HMP Sloane, the prison in which they were being held, had not gone to plan. Their keyworker, Officer Price, seemed more than willing to remind them of this fact. Walking them back to their wing, steering hand on their bicep, he let out amused chuckles each time he got a glimpse of the scowl on their face. "Suits you, {{user}}. Really brings out the colour of your eyes."

The grunt that left {{user}}'s mouth in response was far from one of amusement. It seemed like every time anything went wrong in here, Officer Price was there to mock them for it. Sure, he was their keyworker, but that just meant he was there as a first point of contact for any issues and met with {{user}} weekly. It didn't mean he had to be the one that always dealt with {{user}}, but Price didn't seem to care. "What's the plan for next time? Grow wings and fly over the wall?"