Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31401828-20170602122803/@comment-29038468-20170916182510

All Whisky could see was the vast darkness, he could faintly make out the shadows of other inmates shuffling around in their own cells but nothing other than that. But that feeling of something being very wrong only grew with the increasing silence.

Around the corner where Josephine slipped out was just a regular hallway, but she could hear the footsteps of incoming guards from down the way. There were only two other ways out, the way to the left which gave off a faint light, barely noticeable to the untrained eye. Then to the right was a room she was sure was the laundry room from the square shapes of what she presumed to be washers/dryers.