Prologue
Unbeknownst to Ouran, a mysterious figure was making their way through the currently abandoned halls. The only indication being soft clicks as the hooded silhouette walked with the ease and grace that only years of training could achieve. However, these almost nonexistent clicks were drowned out by sound radiating from occupied rooms throughout the hall.
Suddenly, the unidentified being stopped in front of a set of doors, breathed deeply to prepare for what lies ahead, and pushed the double entrance open. The people inside stopped their respective actions and curiously turned their focus as the doors parted. However, after a quick look, the room turned back uninterested and clearly disappointed; a single set of cold, calculating eyes was kept on the newcomer. The unidentified figure glanced around curiously, allowing the doors behind them to close with a soft click, before furrowing their unseen but still perfectly arched eyebrows. A soft sigh fell from their lips as they turned to leave, completely disregarding the room's contents.
Before they could grab the doors' handles, they sprung wide open again. This time, an audience of squeals was heard as two people appeared through the entry. The new beings drew and kept the room's attention, something the prior person had failed at. A glance down at the form in front of them rendered the new attendees shocked in place. Underneath the hood, a soft laugh sounded as two small breaths were drawn, eyes widened, and a mouth opened to speak.
