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Daventree considered lying down on the cushioned bench that he only now realised was a bed, but how was one supposed to get comfortable on something so rough? It didn’t help that there was a damp patch in the corner of the room, directly above where his head would rest.
Instead, he opened the storage unit, using the sleeve of his jacket to protect his hand. Inside were ten identical garments akin to overalls, with arms and legs, made of a coarse material. On the ground of the storage unit was a pair of ugly, cumbersome boots with straps and bulky clips, and on a shelf lay a pile of off-white, nondescript shorts and socks.
Whoever chose this wardrobe clearly had no sense of style or comfort.
Someone hammered on the door, and Daventree spun. He closed the storage unit as the unc
