"Good luck."

Hudson's words seemed to echo as Juniper started to materialize in another place entirely. As the smoke cleared, Juniper could finally make out some of the features of the room she was in.

"A storage house?"

It did not seem like such, judging from the way the furniture was arranged neatly; small tables facing a larger and slightly elevated desk. Judging from the whiteboard bearing numbers and letters on it, this would seem to be a place where people sat around while one person talked, and demonstrated what they learned on the whiteboard. How strange it was to have a place made specifically for people to brag. Perhaps it was so anyone could have an outlet to brag to without being seen as annoying. That being said, the room didn't seem that well maintained, and from that writing on the whiteboard...

This was a place called a School.

That word carried no meaning for Juniper, but the last part of the message was more important to her than any strange words. Hit the books, and stay clear of the anons. What anon meant was unknown to her, but it could refer to those odd people out there on the grounds. So she was given a hint by someone, someone she did not know, to look for a place with a lot of books while avoiding conflict. After that recent bout of fighting where a giant man smacked her around with a bat, she wasn't too keen on fighting at the moment.

Cautiously, she opened the door to the corridor slowly, looking around for some sort of danger before exiting the room and closing the door carefully behind her. 

The corridor itself was darker than the room she was in, and in seemingly much worse condition than the room she was in as well. There was paper strewn everywhere, the walls was cracked in places and stained here and there, but at least it was empty.

For now.

Without any real clue where to go, Juniper simply started walking down the corridor, peering into each room to see if there was a lot of books inside it.