'It's a pretty basic room,' thought Arthur, entering the room which his card opened the door to. It was as large as a one-bedroom apartment, and contained a hall, a medium-size bedroom, a tiny bathroom with a toilet and a shower, and a kitchen separated from the hall by a thin wall.
Groceries were somehow stuffed into the refrigerator. Towels were kept near the laundry, while appropriate clothing was kept in the closets. The hotel provided perfect living conditions for someone like Arthur, whose job revolved around combat.
There were other forms of training one could receive, but the crimson-eyed man decided to choose combat. Although he wouldn't learn significantly more than what he could learn by himself, he could still condition and refine his prowess.
