With August, a new year started at Black University. Hundreds of students, both new and old, flooded the halls. With such a prestigious school, the students came from across the globe, in spite of the location in the midwestern United States. Most students were not there for classes this day, but were getting ready, finding new dorm assignments, help to shadow students, or simply socialize.

Signs were plastered on the walls, pointing out new student orientation, which was, as could be expected, in the auditorium. By around 10 AM, the hall was filled up, over a thousand students taking seats and chatting. The atmosphere was claustrophobic, and the echoed chatter nearly deafening. Still, when a woman in her late twenties came up to the mic stand and spoke up, it did seem to quiet down.

"I'd like to thank you all for coming today," she spoke. "If you would all settle down a little, I have a few short words to give before the Dean of Students comes out for his talks." As she spoke, she flipped over some papers and adjusted her glasses. "First off, I would like to thank you all for taking the time to join our institution. We have the highest expectations for each and every one of you. After the Dean's speech, special invitees are to remain in the auditorium for a special presentation, and the rest of you are welcome to a Gala celebrating the new school year." With that, she placed her papers into a folder, then took off her glasses. "Now then, I'd like you all to welcome the Dean of Students, Martin Hughe, to the stage."

There was a round of applause as a man who appeared to be in his early fifties approached the podium. Even though he was older, he appeared to be in shape that would put young athletes to shame. He raised a hand and nodded to settle the applause, then spoke up. "You're all too kind," he spoke in a mild and calming tone. "It is always refreshing to see so many new young faces joining these hallowed halls. As my assistant said before, thank you all for joining Black University. I know that it is going to be a great year for all of you..."

From there, the man droned on about the facilities and help that would be availible to students, as well as about upcoming events, though there was nothing much of interest, in the end of things.

"Again, thank you all for your time, and I look forward to seeing the success of each and every one of you here." He said, triggering another round of applause. "Now then, please enjoy food and drink provided, and as said before, I'd like special invitees to remain here for some followup consultation."

As the dean said that, the room began to clear, leaving only around twenty students within the hall.

Among those students was Ethan Yurievich, who, while being one of the special invitees mentioned, was not still in his seat for that reason. No, he was in it because he'd fallen asleep in his chair. Even if he were awake, he would doubtless not be much more attentive than he was already. That was, of course, because he had absolutely no idea why he was even at the University. For now, though, he slept with a light snore.