Prison Cells and more darkness lies ahead

Crown and I looked around the room, where everything can be seen.

Upon seeing a row of prison cells on the left side that goes to the other side of the room. Each cell has a thin wooden bed with thin white sheets with one pillows. 

There are some lightbulbs on the ceiling, although it's still dark in the room. 

Each cell has a small toilet at the end of the corner.

Looking around as I felt a swirl of anxiety and dread as I asked myself, 'What is this?'

On the right side, there are many chains with a silver shackle that goes around the wrist that attaches to the walls. 

Looking around, it's obvious the room hasn't been used in a long time because there's dust everywhere, on the cells, beds, and on the walls. 

Crown and I saw a small closed window in the shadows.

Gasping out loud as we walked closer to the window, where each breath we took suffocated us more. 

Not getting enough air in the lungs causes lightness and dizziness through the body, whereas Crown chirped loudly.

Stopping next to the windows, then I reached upward to remove the chain from the wall that's attached to the wooden part of the window.

Pushing against the wooden part of the window until we could hear the screeching sound that slides to the right.

A bright light shines through the window, where we could see the trees and faint voices coming through the window. 

Breathing a sigh of relief as I push a small rusty black latch backwards before pushing the windows as well.

Breathing became easier as we're able to get fresh air inside our lungs, where we could feel the breeze in the wind.

Turning around as I wiped the sweat from my forehead, as I looked around the room.

In the sudden silence, I asked, "Crown, did you know about this room?"

Crown started to flap his wings until he flew above me, "No, I haven't been in this room."

Looking at Crown suspiciously, "Really, how could you not have been here before? How long have you been at this school for?"

Crown looked offended before replying, "Hey, although I attended here for a long time, I really haven't been here. Although if I remember correctly, it looks like a werewolf transition room for new werewolves. I think I heard Principle Ross talk about it once, although it hasn't been used in a long time since most werewolves learned to control their forms as a child."

Silence remained as we looked around in the eerily quiet room. Internally, I asked myself, 'where's the bitter scent coming from?'

All of the sudden, we heard a clicking noise in the silent, dusty room. 

Looking at the other door at the further end of the wall, it's strange to see another black door that blends with the walls. 

Dread fills me as I see three large silver locks that's attached from the door to the walls. 

Why are the three locks necessary?

Walking slowly toward the door where tension and apprehension tightens my muscles as I prepare myself what's behind the door- a blackish charcoal door.

A bitter scent becomes stronger as I walk closer to the foggy darkness.

Through the small clear, yet smeared window in the door, where more foggy darkness lays ahead.