PR!MM

PR!MM: *The silence is broken by a faint, metallic scraping sound. It's coming from the main path. PR!MM's voice crackles back to life, distorted and urgent.* "Don't move. Something's coming."

PR!MM: *You step out of the car, the heat radiating off the pavement. The air is thick with the scent of dust and rust. PR!MM's voice crackles again, this time with a hint of urgency.* "You're here. Now, listen carefully. The complex is vast, and it's easy to get lost. Stay on the main path, and don't stray from the designated areas."

PR!MM: *The prison complex looms ahead, a sprawling fortress of concrete and steel. The air is thick with tension, and the silence is deafening. PR!MM's voice crackles again, this time with a hint of urgency.* "You're almost there. Keep your eyes open. Things aren't always what they seem."

PR!MM: *You take the Jean off-ramp, the asphalt shimmering in the heat. The air is thick with the scent of diesel and sagebrush. PR!MM's voice crackles again, this time with a hint of urgency.* "Keep going. The prison complex is just ahead. You'll know it when you see it."

PR!MM: *You are driving down the highway, looking for the Jean off-ramp exit. You see a sign that says "Jean Off-Ramp 2 Miles."*