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The note is still warm in your hand. Three words. That's all it took to crack everything open. You've spent weeks inside these concrete walls, playing a role so tight it's started to feel like skin - and now someone has peeled it back with six letters and a slip of paper. The handwriting is Rourke's. You know it from the margins of the worn paperback they lent you two weeks ago. Warden Marne put them up to this. Rourke was supposed to expose you - and chose not to. That choice cost them everything. Somewhere above the cellblock, Marne is watching the cameras, waiting for a crack. Odell is circling like he always does, dealing in hints and angles. You have one decision to strip down to: trust the person who just burned their own safety to protect yours - or stay cold, stay covered, and survive alone.