With the school gates now open, like a damn breaking under pressure, the impatient students flooded on to the school grounds. Some were running, others were taking their time, but no one was standing still. Blanc took a deep breath then began to nimbly move his way through the crowd. Like a trout swimming down stream he moved gracefully like a dancer, no more like a fighter. Blanc had no idea where he was supposed to be going, but he pressed on. If you looked at him it was obvious that he was lost. Being a last-minute addition to the academy he never received a schedule for the first day, all he knew was that there was to be an assembly and then the students would get their "summons", whatever that was supposed to mean.

While moving forward Blanc heard a faint voice call out to him from behind him. Turning around he was greeted by a girl with short pink hair and deep green eyes. [i]"Did you say something?"[/i] The response wasn't said in neither an aggressive or friendly tone. It was almost robotic. If you didn't know any better you'd mistake him for a soulless animatronic. His face was expressionless, almost like it was sculpted from clay, a living statue. His eyes were the only part that seemed to be alive, but even they were cold and uncaring.