K I M B E R L E Y'S P O V
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The door. . .
A shrill sound hits my ears. . .
I turn to the door, wondering what who is coming to the dungeon by this hour. We were basically thrown in here to probably rot, and I do not expect anyone to come checking on us, at least not this quick. The dungeon is covered in chains, and it takes a little time to get all of them off. I believe they are more than five locks to it.
These locks were put in place, even though the door itself was strong enough to hold us to an extent. But to an extent, the strength of the door won't be enough. There are times when that metal door can't keep wolves from getting out. The full moon is an example. On the night of a full moon, everything goes hyper. Doors like this very one
