There wasn't an elevator in the building as he walked in, which made Dapper grit his teeth. It felt intentional, like some kind of sadistic training. The stairs were designed in such a way that it seemed the builders outright hated whoever had to live here.
Eventually, Dapper arrived at his dorm or at least, what he assumed it was. He expected to see a few large rooms with bunk beds scattered around, but that wasn't the case. Instead, there were individual rooms lined up like those in a cheap hotel, each door numbered. Dapper checked the number on his pass and walked into his assigned room.
The first thing that caught his eye was a single bed pressed against the right wall. It was worn out, clapped in, and flattened like old bread.
