Unit 50 was built mostly from wood.
The houses stood in rows, rough but still standing. Some of them were small and simple, while a few were bigger and had their own courtyards. Those ones looked better, even though they were old.
Not far from the houses, there was a large piece of land that looked like it had once been used for farming. It stretched wide, but most of it looked abandoned. Only a small part of it showed signs that someone had tried to use it recently.
The rest of the place felt empty.
As we stood there, people passing by kept looking at us. Some of them shook their heads.
"Such an unlucky group…"
"They were sent to Unit 50…"
A few even clicked their tongues before walking away.
I frowned slightly.
Unlucky?
Before I could think further, the guard stepped forward again.
"Stand properly!" he shouted.
Everyone quickly adjusted themselves.
Then he began dividing us.
"You—go to the left."
"You—right side."
