Despite the disastrous state of the lab, Serena remained perfectly composed. Her stunning features showed absolutely no trace of panic or frustration.
"Let's go," she said simply.
The three of them blinked. "Where?"
"To see where we're supposed to sleep."
The living arrangements were somehow even worse.
Tucked away in the most neglected corner of The Dormitory Block was Sector F. It was a row of low, dilapidated single-story buildings. Huge chunks of plaster had peeled away from the walls, exposing the rotting, blackened bricks underneath.
Half the window panes were shattered, allowing the freezing ocean wind to howl directly into the rooms.
When Caleb pushed the door open, the suffocating stench of dampness and mold hit them like a physical blow. There weren't even proper beds—just a few rotting wooden planks propped up on scattered bricks.
The roof was missing several shingles, offering a clear, depressing view of the blue sky above.
Lydia stared up at the holes in the ceiling and let out a breathless, angry laugh. "Are we supposed to be living in a pigsty?"
"Even pigs would find this insulting," Caleb muttered, his fists clenched tight.
After seeing the state of the lab, he had expected the dorms to be bad, but this was a nightmare. The temperature on the island would plummet at night. If they slept in this freezing, damp ruin, they would all be running high fevers by morning. How were they supposed to conduct a high-level experiment while violently ill?
Serena stood in the doorway, her gaze sweeping over the wreckage. Deep in her dark eyes, a dangerous, predatory glint began to surface.

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