Meanwhile, Gin and Red were shoved into an open area where an old man was standing, waiting for them.
"Change into these," one of the guards barked, tossing a bundle of clothes toward the recruits. He swept his gaze across the room before jerking his chin at an older man standing nearby.
"He'll tell you what to do and what'll happen if you don't."
The older man was short and slightly hunched, his frail frame making him look anything but intimidating.
"Don't babysit them, Old Fool," the guard warned as he strode over. Leaning close, he lowered his voice into a sharp, threatening growl. "You'd better get things right this time. Otherwise, the boss will butcher you."
That exchange alone told the recruits everything they needed to know.
Old Fool might oversee this wing, but he held no real authority.
The old man simply lowered his head without saying a word.
