The main block was a maze.
Ryu led them through it at a quick, quiet pace, following the rough directions the man in the storage room had given them. Down one corridor, up a short flight of stairs, through a set of heavy doors that had once been locked and now hung open on broken hinges. The walls were covered in old paint and newer graffiti, names and symbols and crude drawings scratched into the concrete. The air smelled like smoke, sweat, and something sour underneath.
They hadn't gone far when Echo stopped and held up a hand.
"Lots of people ahead," he whispered. "A lot more than I expected."
Ryu frowned. "How many?"
Echo shut his eyes for a moment, listening. "I can't count them all. It's too loud. But it's a big room, and it's full."
Jin looked down at himself, at the grey jacket with the patch on the shoulder, and then at the others. Six people in matching grey walking into a room full of convicts wasn't going to end well.
"We need something else to wear," he said.
