You’ve been staring at the same cell walls for way too long… and something under your floor feels wrong. So you do the only sensible thing: pull the rug, grab whatever you can dig with, and start tunneling like your freedom depends on it—because it does. Chip away in secret, stash the dirt, and keep your eyes open for inspections. One guard walk-by at the wrong time and your whole “master plan” becomes “extended stay.” Trade contraband with other inmates, bargain for better tools, and upgrade your strength, stamina, and carry space so you can dig deeper without collapsing halfway to victory. Dig smart. Move fast. Don’t get caught. Because freedom isn’t going to dig itself—and the guards definitely aren’t helping.