Prison Break Free ^hot^ Info

Leo pressed his palm against the cold stone of Cell Block D, feeling the faint, rhythmic thrum of the old ventilation shaft on the other side. For seven years, that sound had been the pulse of his captivity. Tonight, it would be his escape route.

So he did the only thing left.

Leo moved. The grate came loose without a sound. He slid into the shaft, the metal biting his palms, the air thick with dust and the ghosts of fifty years of despair. He counted his breaths. One... two... prison break free