Ten Days of Quarantine and Other Stories

"Woah."

It's a beautiful, lightly-cloudy day on a corner of Nox Islia we've not visited before. A sandy-coloured bunker the size of a medium-sized hotel sits lodged inside a grassy beachside hill. Trees waft gently in the November breeze.

Aquila stands with her suitcase, ready to go into quarantine, as Annie continues expressing her awe at the size of this lad, "And we get the whole place to ourselves?

"Yeah, turns out nobody wants to live in the abandoned bunker, either," Aquila shrugs. "To each their own, I guess."