Unfortunately for Aito Shiba, all his yelling fell on deaf ears. Shiori was a ways ahead of him and where she was at the time when he started screaming, the voices from beyond the corridor were so loud and obnoxious that she became deaf to all other sounds. In fact, you could have probably dropped a piano straight next to her, and she wouldn't have been able to hear it - that's how loud and intense these shouting children and their plaintive cries were. Still, when the giant mirror which blocked the entire path ahead, made itself apparent, Shiori stopped dead in her tracks and simply stared at it.

She raised her gloved hand to her chin and stood there, amidst the shrieks of terror, staring at the polished surface. It was horribly out of place - compared to the sbuilding interior around them, which was crumbling, dusty and dirty, this mirror on the other hand was pristine and well cared for, almost as if straight out of a plastic wrapper. To say it was suspicious would be an understatement, and for that reason the POIR Preesident keppt some distance between herself and the reflective surface that blocked her path. Still, something odd began to happen as she stood there and looked into it. Her own reflection slowly faded away, and was instead replaced by another... No, two others' visage.

"... Impossible." She stared, dumbfounded and surprised.

In the mirror, the two figures that had taken her place, were her parents. Her father, Keita and her mother Honoka. They were standing there, in the reflective mirrored world, crying and calling. She couldn't hear what they were yelling, but she could see their lips move and tears stream down their eyes. Her mother was cupping her hands infront of her mouth, as if trying to hold back a choking sob and her father was vigorously yelling with all of his might - that's what it looked like.

"... I'm... here..." She said to nobody in particular, perhaps to the two in the mirror? But due to the sries from beyond said thing, nobody could likely hear it.

She took a step closer. It was hert-wrenching and horrible to see her parents like this. Were they crying for her? Because she was gone? She stepped closer. [i]Don't cry. I'm right here.[/i] The thoughts repeated in her head, and she stepped closer again... And then again... And again. She was now almost right up at the mirror, so close she could just reach out and touch it.

But she stopped.

And then she smiled, while hear head slumped and a shadow came across her eyes.

"... Such an obvious lie." She almost laughed the words. "[b][i]There's no way my parents would show such pathetic faces![/i][/b]" She told the mirror with an uncharacteristically loud voice.

As she told the mirror this, the visions of her parents faded - as if ripples on a lake that dispersed into nothing - and were instead replaced by several, ethereal and see-through hands coming straight for her, right out of the mirror! Shiori gasped in surprise and she stumbled backwards, caught off-guard by the sudden attack. Although three of the hands missed, the fourth one grabed hold off her necktie! The red fabric became taut and was yanked back towards the mirror, the other hands quickly groping and latching onto it as well!

[i]Snip.[/i]

"Ungh...! Heh, too bad." The president let out a strained gasp of air and a defiant chuckle as she fell back on her butt, while the hands flew back into the mirror with her necktie. "If that'd been a real tie, you might've strangled and gotten me. But all schools use the snap-on, velcro ties for just thesee sorts of occasions."

The hands retreated back into the mirror with her tie, flailing it wildly and ripping at it greedily. And then, just as soon as they had appeared, once they were back in the mirror, they vanished - completely, as if they'd never been there to begin with. The president sat there on the dirty floor for a bit, breathing quick, short breaths - startled and unsettled. Just what would have happened if those things had actually gotten hold off her? Would they have strangled her? Would they have smashed her into the mirror? Would they have pulled her [i]into[/i] the mirror, like with her tie? She shivered at the possibilities.

But one thing was for certain; Staying away from polished surfaces in the future was a good way to keep from being grabbed by surprise. A valuable bit of information no doubt!

Standing back up, she dusted her miniskirt off and looked around, only just now noticing the figure of her club-member and classmate come running down the hall. As he approached, she had a scowl on her face and a hard, icey glare. However, she did not attempt to shout or talk - the overwhelming noise from the cries beyond the mirror made any attempt at vocal communication impossible. Either body-language or written messages would have to be used if you wanted to say anything here.

.... And for that same reason, Shiori reached into her purse and withdrew a notepad and a pen. She also made sure to back away further from the mirror. For while it seemed that the ghostly hands could only reach as far as a grown man's arm-length, it would be silly to take unnecessary risks.