The following day arrived with swift inevitability.
Anthony roused from his slumber at the appointed hour, his gaze lingering on the modest surroundings.
He lowered himself into the sole chair in the room, its simplicity echoing the austere nature of his confinement.
A weary sigh escaped his lips.
'How I long for the simple luxury of a bath'
He thought silently, his eyes tracing the faint light filtering through the small, unadorned window.
The room was devoid of any comforts or amenities, except for a humble bed, a solitary chair, and an unassuming table, nothing more.
These rooms were designed for recruits expected to endure little no more than forty eight hoursduring the trials.
Even those who succeeded in passing would soon be told to vacate, as they would no longer be considered recruits once the trials were concluded.
The military saw no reason to squander resources on frivolous comforts.
