Third-Person POV
Carl returned alone to his other room, feeling for the switch on the wall. The sudden brightness from the electric light made him squint, allowing him to take in the full view of the room.
This room was filled with cold, lifeless machines through which Carl could spy on the werewolves, observing their every move. He often sat here alone, staring at the screens. Sometimes he didn’t know if he was watching to deepen his hatred for them or because he envied them and wanted to be part of their world.
The room also housed a cold, steel cage, designed solely for him, to contain his madness and prevent him from harming others.
Carl had long been accustomed to this setup. Why did this room now feel so unbearable?
He began to miss the other, more normal room, the one with furn
