[@Bornlucky]

[b]Uchima Senior High - Practice Building????????, Hallway[/b]

The door into the practice building hallway offered no restitute for Ryoma. Equally eerie, the only companion the young man could find was the heavy, suffocating atmosphere. The dripping red of the walls seemed to distort when observed, slowly descending the sickly, monotonous plaster. There was no explanation for the state of the school. For why it had become this facsimile. For why there were the neverending screams so far in the distance.

The hallway extended into the darkness on both sides.

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[@vancexentan]

[b]NPC: The Park, Saturday Morning[/b]

"You aren't good at talking in general," said the middle-aged man flatly. He was brutally honest. "I have no clue if you're doing anything illegal, but the police wouldn't waste their time on stopping you from practice."