Night came slowly.The prison didn’t sleep—It just grew quieter.Dim lights flickered along the corridors, guards rotated in steady patterns, and the distant echoes of metal doors became less frequent.Inside the cell—Lucas sat still on his bunk.Across from him, the quiet inmate finally moved again.He stood up, stretching slightly like nothing unusual was about to happen.Then he walked over.“No sudden movements,” he said under his breath.Lucas nodded faintly.“I’m listening.”The man crouched slightly beside him, his voice low enough that no one else could hear.“The route starts here.”Lucas frowned.“…Here?”The man tapped lightly against the wall beside Lucas’s bunk.“There’s a maintenance panel behind this section.”Lucas’s eyes narrowed.“I didn’t see anything.”“You’re not supposed to.”A slight smirk.“It’s sealed from the outside, but loose from this side.”Lucas glanced at the wall again.“…And then?”The man continued.“Once we open it, there’s a narrow passage. It co

The city woke up to chaos disguised as headlines.It started as a notification—small, easy to ignore. Then another. And another. Within minutes, every screen carried the same breaking story, every channel echoing the same urgency.“BREAKING: HIGH-PROFILE PRISON ESCAPE.”The footage rolled endlessly.Flashing police lights.Crowds gathering outside the correctional facility.Armed officers moving with tense coordination.Then—The images appeared.Clear.Unavoidable.Lucas Brown.His face filled the screen.Bruised, slightly cut, but still carrying that familiar sharpness—only now, there was something darker behind his eyes. Something colder.A voiceover followed:“Lucas Brown, heir to the Brown conglomerate, has escaped prison alongside four inmates. Authorities confirm that two of the escapees were shot dead during pursuit. Three individuals, including Brown, remain at large.”The screen shifted, displaying the blurred but distinct faces of the two other fugitives still missing.“Pol