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Rock nodded, walking back into the dorm and pushing the door open to allow the others to enter if they wished.

To say it was a mess would've been an understatement. The floor was carpeted in Rocks—ahem—merchandise, ranging everywhere from sealed bags of chips to forged doctors' notes.

He made his way to a dresser marked 'WEAPONS' with a piece of duct tape that'd been scribbled on in marker. He pulled out a small box, opened it, before tossing it on the bare mattress lying on his desk. He then proceeded to produce a couple packs of itching powder, followed by a small bottle of eye drops from inside the closet.

Rock yawned, eyeing the items, and picking up a notebook and pen. He wrote on it, humming to himself. "Twenty-three."