Apartment 22. The Huntsman. Imprisoned

I stand at the end of the dark hall on the third floor. It has been a few hours, my eyes never leaving that one door to my right. But no one comes in or out of Apartment 21. 

After spending a few hours with the hunts-girl-in-training who I found whilst roaming the deserted hall of the second floor, I finally let her go where I found her. As far as I know, she doesn't get the same tasks as I do, she's never taken a life, at least. But I can tell that she is getting the same training that I did, judging by the way she easily got out of her bindings. It was another mistake of mine to underestimate her. Mainly, it was because I didn't know she is one of us, but I have to admit, with how scrawny she looks I did not believe there was any way she was able to undermine me.