[@Mistress Dizzy]

[b]Uchima Senior High - Hallyway, Classroom Building, 2nd Floor[/b]

One. Two. Three. Four.

The symphony of steps came closer. Their intensity grew, a thudding in the darkness that was second by second closing in upon the path of Jin. The clicking of unfamiliar feet against the wood. The rhythmic tapping of an eerie gait. Coming closer. A hitching of the breath. A choked [i]wheeze[/i]. A hissing that was so close yet so far from the teenager's ears. A scent ... rotten yet stagnant, an odour that was almost long gone. It was swept through the building, and the cold breeze only chilled.

The air suddenly grew heavy.

Something roared.

And then a gigantic mass of ice the width of the hallway, sharp and edged, tore through the black and towards Jin.

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[@GarlandDaHero][@JBRam2002][@Savo][@Suku]

[b]NPC: Jihei Okazaki - Drama Clubroom?????, Saturday Morning[/b]

"The main entrance is on the other side of campus," admitted Okazaki, choosing to pitch in as well. The introverted vice-president had his arms crossed, the chair leg dangling to his side from his left hand. "If we want to find anyone else, then we will have to take that into consideration too."

He was worried for the safety of his fellow drama club members. Even if none of them may have ended up in the same situation as him and his companions, Okazaki wanted to make it entirely sure. However, it was also true that the better choice for them to make, when trapped in this eerie facsimile of their school, was to focus on their own self-preservation, especially when the presence of others wasn't a certainty. Except for the fact that with the change in scenery, previous assumptions of the nature of their school may possibly not apply.

Neither idea were admittedly bad decisions, but a wrong choice would leave them floundering like whales beached on white sands, trapped in an unfamiliar and dangerous environment until they wasted away, leaving only carcasses behind for the elements to erode.

He watched the walls, observing their monotonous colours, their aging surfaces. Their situation was one that was almost too overwhelming to comprehend, but it was for that reason it was probably for the best if they were to stay calm. To think things through a bit more before deciding to take the plunge into whichever path they took. If they travelled aimlessly, he wasn't too sure on what could transpire as a result.

"What if the entrance is not the entrance?" he verbalised after a few seconds, his thoughts entering his words.

If the motivation for returning to the front of the school rather than rescuing their fellow students was a chance to escape, what would happen if that was no longer an open door for them? His question, spoken in the same subdued, calm tone, had a ponderous nature to it, and it was clear from watching him that he was still weighing out the choices.