I will return

13

Exactly 20 years have passed. I have seen how the world has changed, how the prison has witnessed everything, even the chaos of Covid-19. While other prisoners grew weak, sick, or lived in fear, I simply watched. One of the few advantages of being fused with the magic of the Daemon Ritus is that I became immune to viruses, even one as powerful as that. So while others worried about survival, I prepared for this day, the day Joe would finally help me escape.

The kitchen is where everything begins. I enter alone and head for my food, ignoring the curious glances of the other prisoners. The guy serving the food looks at me with contempt, and before he can say anything, I already know what he's thinking.

"Is something wrong, shorty?" He tells me, with a mocking smile.

"Your food is garbage," I reply, my voice dripping with disdain.

The guy laughs, but it doesn't last long. When he refuses to give me more food, I snatch the tray from him and throw it all in his face. In a second, I get up on the table and start throwing food, kicking trays and making a real mess. The kitchen becomes a food battleground, and the guards soon intervene.

But it's just what I expected. Just as the guards try to stop me, Joe appears, opening a door that leads into a narrow hallway. Without wasting a second, I jump off the table and run towards the door, entering a maze of corridors that leads to the laundry room.

When I get to the laundromat, I find a cart full of dirty clothes. Under the pile of uniforms and sheets are all my things, prepared in advance for this moment.

Joe, meanwhile, moves with precision, following my orders. He sets off several alarms in different parts of the prison, causing a wave of chaos. The prisoners begin to leave their cells, creating a perfect distraction. The sounds of screams and footsteps echoing in the hallways tell me it's time.

"Now, Joe," I murmur, and he, as if programmed, runs toward the laundry room. He picks me up quickly and takes me to a special place: the parking lots. There, he gets into a car and, with a push of the accelerator, it takes off. He drives straight to the front doors, which are now open due to Joe sabotaging the security systems.

The vehicle crashes through the gates, alarms ringing throughout the premises, but it is too late. Joe has done his part, and I'm out.

The leak is total. Finally, after 20 years of preparation, I have escaped. And now, nothing can stop me.