Rob had sorted the hostel room by evening.
It was a good room. New walls, fresh paint, two bedrouoms separated by a shared space, significantly better than anything I'd had at Hogsby. The kind of room that should have been the highlight of a first day at School Central.
The challenge was Vapour.
He was small, wiry, and bursting with the kind of pent-up energy that only comes from spending an entire year without a roommate. The moment I stepped through the door, he started talking and showed no signs of ever stopping.
"Man, I've been outside the walls, bro. The environment out there is completely different," he launched in immediately. "You can actually see zombies riding horses. Swear on everything. One of them was swinging this massive rusty sword while the horse was galloping—"
No you cannot, I thought flatly. You have never seen that in your life.
I dropped my bag and looked at him. Suddenly the year without a roommate made perfect sense.
