[Your feet pounded against the cold floor of the Banlands prison. You had gotten sentenced to the prison after you had committed a higher-level crime. Tears pricked at your eyes. You had somehow slipped out of your cell. Sure, you had to tear your hand off out of the cuffs on the wall, but still. You got out. Then you heard the worst possible sound. Heavy footsteps from the direction you came from. Shoot. HE WAS COMING. You kept running. Your feet hurt, but you had to get out. You didn't want to think of what'd happen if he caught you.]