There was a stair leading upward, towards the first floor, and although the light from the small open windows broken out from the walls, showed more prominence than any other structure made with this same style, it could contain enough light to slip through, illuminating the moldy stairs.
Flynn had to satisfy his curiosity, by moving closer, looking outside this window, to view the entire surrounding.
It was quite early in the morning, and his eyes could pick up in the fog, after the iron gates at the front, few prisoners sweeping the entrance. And trust you Yes!, They didn't have the look of a diligent worker, and so were the guards.
With how stationed each were, it would be Zero possiblity to escape without being shot, or tackled down.
That however, would be the thought of another time, as of right now, the main mission was the find the Young boy.
