“Let’s move quickly,” my father said, his voice low but commanding. He placed a gentle hand on my back, guiding me towards a side exit. His confidence was infectious, cutting through my fear with every measured step.

As we made our way through a maze of shadowed corridors, he began to explain the plan. “I’ve arranged a secondary escape route,” he murmured, eyes scanning for any threat. “It’s a bit unconventional, but it’ll take us far from Adrian’s reach.”

We slipped through a side door and into the night. The tarmac stretched before us, the distant glow of city lights a reminder of the life I was leaving behind. My father led me to a small hangar where a sleek, unmarked jet awaited, its engines humming softly, a promise of freedom.