Wren's P.O.V.
I crept to the door and pressed my ear to it. Silence. I carefully turned the doorknob. It was still locked. Looks like I was gonna have to try the window.
Going back to my bed, I gripped the metal railing at the end and dragged it until it was under the window. Wobbling, I stood up on it until I was at the same height as the window.
Luckily the window was wide enough that I could shimmy out of it, if not for the presence of the metal bars. I reached under my pillow and took out my knife. Pressing the blade against the bar, I began sliding it back and forth on it, applying as much pressure as I dared without knowing the strength of the blade.