It's the smell of the place that he remembers most strongly, and it's the smell that comes back to him now. Almost everywhere populated in the Realm stinks, but down here is a stench, contained and concentrated by the walls of the tunnel. Unwashed bodies and clothes, sickness, gutters at the side of the tunnel used as latrines. Once he would have accepted it as a matter of course, this is just how things are here, but now part of him recoils and almost wants to run for the surface. Except that the surface is just as bad.

He walked into this place, once upon a time. Voluntarily. It almost seems beyond belief.

"Here?" he asks when they reach an empty car, glancing over to check the number scrawled on the key in Tom's hand. He looks back at Neil, feeling like he should apologize, though he's not sure for what.

"It's shitty but it's marginally safer down here. Yang has an interest in keeping his... guests from killing each other."