Chapter 267

Brett's Perspective What we're doing lately? The coolest thing ever. Seriously, tops anything I've ever done—*planning a prison break*. Me, Brett, legit scheming how to bust out of this creepy joint. Okay, not just "me." "Us." Besides Luka, we've cautiously brought in two others. Scarface—quiet, vicious, with an eagle eye for detail. And "Rat"—skinny, agile, ears like a bat, always catching whispers from the corners. We chose them because they can keep their mouths shut, and more importantly, they have the same look in their eyes—the will to live, the fear of just… vanishing. Luka shared a bit about the "disappearances" with them. That was enough. Nobody wants to be next. Our little group operates in the shadows. During yard time, we mix it up in fake scuffles to exchange whispers. After lights-out, we hold meetings with coded taps on pipes or breaths of speech so low they're almost thoughts. It's part military re