Ren stood in front of the door, staring up at the number: 294.
His former room.
He might have been taken away from those bullying soldiers, but he would have preferred to be here than move up to that monster.
He sighed and walked past the door and continued down the long passage. He recalled that rush hour morning when Kael had dragged him over to the foggy bathroom, where he had run into Dorian.
"Dorian..." he murmured as he suddenly remembered the bipolar soldier.
Ren couldn't understand why Dorian seemed two-faced around him. He was a different person when people were around, but once they were alone, he'd seem like a really nice, and charming guy.
Ren frowned, he could never really know anyone for who they were in Faction12. Everyone was a mask of who they're not. So he didn't bother about Dorian's duality.
He came down here to get his toothpaste from his locker.
