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[img]http://i.imgur.com/HtvPRRx.png[/img][/center]Nothing. There was nothing to await Akiko’s first and only entrance into the Detention Club room. Only empty desks and a low-lit sun greeted her, indicative of the passing of afternoon and the time to leave school grounds. Well, that wasn’t completely true. There was one person who looked as if she waited for Akiko all this time and with her attire, she hardly stood out from anyone else in this botched reality. Dressed in a Miso High school uniform and sitting atop a desk was Katie, arms crossed with flicked her eyes over to Akiko.

[color=indianred]“What are you doing in here?”[/color] The afternoon sun glinted through the window and cast the room in half-shadows. It seemed perfect for someone like Katie. [color=indianred]“Didn’t you hear those other girls? Get out. You don’t belong here. There’s something [i]wrong[/i] with you.”[/color] Her words were brief and dismissive, as icy as if Kanbaru herself spoke them aloud. Speaking of her, the whale was nowhere in sight, solidifying Katie’s observations. Soon enough she slid off her desk and stalked closer to Akiko.

[color=indianred]“Maybe you didn’t hear me the first time. What part of get out didn’t you understand?”[/color] Katie said simply but with disdain. [color=indianred]“Students like you don’t belong here. People like you don’t belong here. Nothing special or unordinary ever happens to people like you and the moment you step out this Tower you’ll realize that once you’re back to your uninspiring life. So get lost because I’m sure you’re so used to hearing that by now.”[/color]

Katie already turned around, uninterested in the other student’s response or rebuttal. [color=indianred]“It’s getting late. Go home before a teacher finds you and drags you out. I bet you’d like getting expelled anyway since it’s not like anyone wants you around here,”[/color] the fabrication Katie said. Or, perhaps, there was some truth to her words with real sentiment bleeding through. It was difficult to tell in the Abyss and with the bristling, open hostility in the air. 
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