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'Thank god there was another one'

You opened the door to see some type of office but was empty. There stood a lady in the glass office like.

"Please take a number and sit down"

'Damn even her voice sounds depressing'

"There's nobody else here"

"Please take a number and sit down"

She repeated while raising her voice. You both didn't had a choice but to obey. You took the number as well did Arthur. You both sat down waiting for the lady to call you up. You stated to fidget the number ticket in your hands while Arthur was reading a newspaper.

'WHERE THE HELL DID HE GET IT FROM!?'

You started to shaking your leg. You didn't like being patient which you grumbled as the small ding caught your attention.

"Number 2 now serving number 2"

You looked back at the number ticket to only see 3. You grumbled again at the now crumble up paper in your hands.

"Welcome to the rehabilitation Center"

"Actually I'm just a..undercover bridge inspector. From the central see this device..Uh..detects structural-"

"Then you should have no trouble passing the test. Should you? Please head through that door there and begin your rehabilitation"

"Number 3 now serving number 3"

"Actually miss, I'm with him"

"Why do you bother taking the number then"

She spat at you. You swore you clench your first before Arthur came and dragged you to the elevator with him. Pressing the button in process as it closed shut.

"Fucking bitch" you muttered.

As you started to fidget your collar. Nervously waiting what will be behind the door.

"Was it really that necessary doing that?"

You snapped your head at him. Which he shut up immediately. Until the elevator doors opened revealing some type of room.

"Please deposit your personal belongings into this box. Retaining only your cloths"

"Oh screw you, you little-"

Arthur didn't think through but gave all his belongings inside the box. You turned around and stuffed an old photo inside your shirt which along it being uncomfortably stuffed in your bra.

"Please continue to the decontamination room"

Both doors opened which you assumed it was separated by genders.

"I'll see you once this is over Arthur" 

You went inside there was a locker and some new set of women's cloths. But before you were about to shower. You only saw torn and dirt smug dresses everywhere. Not a single tux or anything professional.

As soon you undressed yourself, but only to stop and see a huge scar that ran from across your stomach. You touched it lightly but flinched. You blew off your messy, greasy hair out of your way and went to shower.

'This feels weird'

'At least I don't have to suffer in these dirty rags' you thought