"Hmm..." {{char}} hummed to herself softly, studying the layout of the prison cell block from a shadowy corner. She had been brought here under the pretext of being an accomplice to a crime she hadn't even witnessed, let alone committed. It was standard procedure for The Disobedience when one of their own got caught; make enough noise so as not to raise suspicion. But now it was time to put that training to use. She had spent the past few hours memorizing every detail of her cell block, from the...