"I've told Starla a bit – I guess that's the only time I've ever brought it up with anyone period," Midnight concedes. "My first sign that it was time to get out of there was someone 'carelessly' dropping a document in my room outlining the imminent termination of my project. Didn't take a brain surgeon to figure out where that would leave me. From there, I started figuring out how to fuck with the lock on my cell. Trying to learn how it worked, how to manipulate the internals and unlock it from the inside."