Prison escape
The idea struck like lightning. Kevin muttered, “The movie’s escape… a hidden tunnel.” He scanned every wall again, pulse surging. No poster concealed an opening, but maybe something else did.
He circled the chamber, beam flashing across cold stone. Then his eyes froze on one object that seemed wrong—a large framed metro map, hanging crooked, slightly disturbed from years.
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