"What do you mean we get bunk spaces instead?!"
Compass guy— Malik— didn't seem to be bothered by the fact that we had just walked into the worst place possible to be in. We'd found the cabin at F-Division, which was pretty much a dormitory that didn't spell itself out.
My first assessment of the place was based on its proximity. From outside, I could already tell that it was wide enough to contain a hundred smaller apartments— if the Bureau even intended to approve that many cripples.
But I guess I'd expected too much.
The place had been separated into two compartments, evident by the two other doors that showed up after we walked in through the main entrance. The female compartment was on the left side, while the male compartment— a dirty blue door— was on the right side.
