The steel door slams shut behind you. You hear the key turning in the lock. The guard turns away, jangling the keys. His footsteps grow faint as they echo down the empty corridor. A distant door closes. Then a cold gloomy silence. You call out, but no one answers. You’re all alone. Why are you here? You’ve done nothing wrong. Sitting on the edge of the cold iron bed frame, you look around. The dim light shows the prison cell is filthy. Now you notice old furniture and objects in the cell. You resolve to find a way out of here. But you’ll need to hurry before the guards return