A rather disgruntled looking Shiori emerged from the classroom of 3-2, glaring as he scanned the hallway. [i]I shouldn't have come here in the first place, should I?[/i] The boy had been staying after school for extra help, as some of his grades had been becoming more ... [i]unacceptable[/i] as of lately. And since anything that upset his parents caused him to be upset as well, he obviously wasn't feeling the greatest the last few days. He hurriedly made his way out of the classroom towards his locker. After entering the combination to his lock, he surveyed the inside. It was, as usual, a complete mess. Shiori hastily stuffed a few of his school supplies into his bag as he rummaged through the heap of binders on top.

The boy hesitated at the window across the hallway for a split second, his gaze drifting towards the old school building. As he blinked, he thought that, for a brief moment, he saw something in the window. [i]...What?[/i] he thought to himself, frowning as he blinked again. As he pressed himself against the window for a closer look, Shiori quickly realized there was nothing there. He hesitantly pulled himself away from the window, starting down the hallway again. However, his eyes lingered on the old school for a few moments. All the rumors that had been floating around earlier that day started to invade his thoughts. [i]The barricade removed, right? Wasn't that what everyone was talking about earlier?[/i]

As he heaved his backpack onto his back, he thought about the place. He himself had never really believed any of the rumors concerning the old school. After all, it was just an old school - just like any other old building. What was there to see, anyway? [i]Ghosts[/i]? The thought nearly had him snickering (after all, who was gullible enough to buy those rumors, anyway?). Shiori doubted many of the people who heard the rumor would dare to head inside. Well, since he doubted many people were going...

What if he went into the old school tonight all by himself? Shiori pondered the thought, biting his lip as he did so. He'd already provoked his parents once, but hey, what difference did it really make? Judging from his past experiences, he concluded they would simply forgive him even if he landed himself in trouble. The boy smirked to himself, his usual arrogant look starting to come over his features. [i]It'll just be this once,[/i] he thought, undoubtedly trying to reassure himself, [i]I won't do anything else for a while after this, I swear.[/i] On an impulse, Shiori decided to go. If this turned out to be real, then he'd probably be in for the chance of a lifetime. If not... well, at least he tried.

So the boy dashed out of the school and, after unchaining his bike, hopped onto it. Shiori adjusted his backpack a little, then started to pedal towards the abandoned school over the hill. As he neared the building, he quickly noticed a group of other students gathered around the building plus one sneaking around the hill. He gave Rika a funny look, but ignored her for the most part. (He did faintly wonder what was up with her and her cutesy appearance, though.) However, he did eye the larger group suspiciously, his typical scowl making its way back onto his face again. Shiori eventually decided to stop on the hill and observe them for a while.