Alethea walked past Dante, listening to his introduction. [I]What a tool.[/I] She said under her breath, until reaching door six. She placed her hand on the metal plate of the door, registering it as her own. It was much smaller than her room at home, a downgrade from a mansion to a dorm. She assumed it was identical to the other students, walking into the room her facial expression portraying hate. She reached into her pocket, pulling out a pouch no bigger than the palm of a hand. Sliding into the pillowcase, she walked out standing in unity with everyone else.