Eden was moved into his dorm. It was one of the many dorms in the Military, and it was a mixed dorm—a dorm for first years. He was mixed in with both the recruits he'd arrived with and other newbies who had been here a little longer.
There were a lot of them in the same dorm, or rather, an open room that was called a dorm. It was unkept and smelled terribly of young boys who seemingly couldn't take care of themselves.
Eden hated that scent. He sat in a corner, staring at them. He watched the young men go around being loud with their words and jokes, laughing with each other and playing around.
Some were already competing and showing off their skills while blabbing endlessly about how easy training had been so far.
Eden hated it here. He hated how loud and packed it felt. He didn't need anyone to tell him that they had put him in the poorer recruits' dorm—and that there was a better zone for those with richer backgrounds.
