Varshe strode through the hallway, checking nearly every room, ignoring the rest of the people who seemed present.Lost as he was, with the book clenched in his left hand. [color=violet][i]'I seriously have no idea where I'm going, I haven't been here for long, why is this place so confusing? Everything looks the same'[/i][/color], he thought.

The purple-haired teen sighed as he stopped in his tracks, staring outside of a certain window. He picked up every little detail of what he saw. Picturing an imaginary scene within his head, getting carried away by his own thoughts. Varshe tried to come up with more ideas than necessary for inspiration.