Bleached and inked to perfection, his ticket to walking the halls unchallenged. The Midnight Run

The escape didn't happen in a flash of glory. It was a slow, agonizing crawl through the ventilation shafts as the searchlights swept the yard. 402 had calculated the guard's pathing to the second. As the clock struck midnight, he dropped from the ceiling near the outer wall. With his cutters in hand, he snipped the final wire of the fence just as the siren began to wail.

By the time the guards reached his cell, they found only a bed dummy and a taunting note. 402 was gone, a ghost in the code of v1.37, proving that no matter how difficult the prison, there is always a way out for those who plan.

While others slept, 402 was busy. Using the crafting system, he combined a tube of toothpaste and a roll of duct tape to create a makeshift wall block. In the vents above the laundry room, he hid his "contraband":