The walls of the prison pressed down, the cold stone sucked out the last remnants of hope. The escape plan, worn out over months, seemed as fragile as a spider's web. But there was nowhere to retreat. It's today or never.

Your heart was pounding in your chest as you crept through the dark corridors, hugging the walls to avoid being caught in the spotlight. Every rustle, every sigh seemed deafening.

Suddenly, a figure appeared ahead. You're frozen, ready for anything. But it was Risley. His usually calm face was tense, and there was determination in his eyes. He nodded, motioning for her to follow him.

"I've turned off the cameras in this area," he whispered, pointing to an inconspicuous door. "There's a ventilation shaft behind it. It will take you outside the prison. Hurry up, you don't have more than ten minutes."

Is Risley, the strict and incorruptible warden, really helping us escape?