The Containment Wing was like entering a whole new world in itself. It smelled of a particular stench that hung in the walls. It wasn't repulsive, more like disturbing, and it instantly made one who smelled it uncomfortable. Steel, antiseptic, rot, and something metallic beneath it all. the thirty feet steel door was just one of the many, and the lower they went, the more different doors Loka had to open, and each had a different system of locks and bolts to turn to open. The doors themselves were bulky and so thick that they were the same size or bigger than Loku.
With every door opened and every door shut behind them sagiri could feel everyone grow uneasy, but for some reason, he was not. He should have been after dealing with the gravescale, but on the contrary, he was curious. The only thing that made him uneasy was the many doors that kept shutting behind them. His hate for confinement had not changed.
