'Time To Escape'

Florian's breaths came in ragged gasps, his lungs burning as he forced himself forward, weaving through the winding underground passage. Each step sent a jolt of pain through his legs, but he didn't dare slow down. The damp air clung to his skin, thick and suffocating, pressing against his throat like invisible hands.

He couldn't stop. He wouldn't stop.

'I... I did it...'

His fingers trembled as he rifled through Charles' coat pocket, his grip on the fabric vice-tight. His pulse roared in his ears, drowning out everything but the frantic rhythm of his own heartbeat. His vision blurred with sweat and exhaustion, and for a split second, the uneven stone floor nearly sent him sprawling.

Then his fingertips brushed against something solid—thin, crinkled parchment.

The map.