CHAPTER 48

In the bustling afternoon of New Hilton city, the streets were alive with activity. Flashy cars zipped through the crowded lanes, their engines humming as they weaved in and out of traffic. Pedestrians hurried along the sidewalks, their footsteps echoing against the backdrop of the city's vibrant energy.

As the sun cast its golden rays upon the city, casting a warm glow over the Lady Winston's bridge, a symbol of architectural marvel, the air was filled with anticipation and possibility. Birds soared through the sky, their wings gliding effortlessly above the sparkling waters of the nearby waterfall. The sound of rushing water mingled with the distant melodies of street musicians, creating a symphony of urban life.

Amidst this lively tapestry, tucked away from the vibrant streets, lay the imposing structure of Colton's prison. The mere sight of it sent a shiver down the spines of those who passed by. Its towering walls stood as a testament to confinement, a stark reminder of the c