He grew up in the projects off Monument, in the shadow of the old City Jail. Spent his days staring up at the giant castle walls. He could see the cells from his window, lit up at night like stars in the void of darkness that was his life.

He would escape.

Hustle a little. Make a little money. Buy a new narrative.

Now he can see his old bedroom from his new cell in the old City Jail.

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