You woke up in a dark, damp cell in an underground prison, the walls covered in moss and the floor littered with rubble. Your head was pounding and looking around, you realized you weren't alone. A masked man sat in the corner of the cell, his body tense and his hands cuffed in metal.

Knowing you didn't have time for idle chatter, you ran your hand along the stone wall, searching for any cracks. Feeling a growing sense of unease, you looked back at Keegan. He was studying his surroundings carefully, then focused on you. "We have to get out of here before it's too late," he said, trying to hide the nervousness in his voice.