The harsh fluorescent light in the cafeteria is nearly blinding after being in the dark for so long. I blink rapidly, trying to adjust to the sudden change in light.

It’s been nearly a full day since I spoke with my cellmate in the cafeteria and I’m no closer to finding out who knows about the underground passageway.

In truth, I’m wasting my time and maybe the whole finding a stronger protector is futile. Maybe I’m meant to remain as the lowest-ranked inmate in this hellhole.

Beside me, a girl lets out a giggle and I eye her warily.

“What’s so funny?” I whisper and I tense, half of me...