A/N: Wow, I'm glad this has had such positive responses so far. I wanted the last chapter to be a little experimental and different, and was worried it may have come off as pretentious, haha. I originally wrote it with generic sentences and responses, and then rewrote what I had with as much characterization as possible, with some mixed success. As some of you pointed out, only about half or so of the voices really stood out, and overall it could be confusing to read. I apologize for that, and though it won't stop me from taking similarly-risky approaches when writing this story, I will try to do those kinds of things better. I hope that I can make up for it for now, with more focused characterization in this chapter.

We all stood there for awhile, though I'm not sure for how long. It felt like an eternity to me. Eventually, the realization of what just happened began to hit us, and everyone began to talk at once. I barely even paid attention, it was all background noise at this point.

"What the hell just happened?"

"Wassat even real?"

"Graduation? I'm not doin' that crap!"

"I have to get outta here!"

"How? We're trapped!"

"Shit! What should we do?"

"I don't know!"

Everyone was suddenly cut off when somebody whistled surprisingly loudly. It caught our attention, and we all looked towards the person who whistled. It was the purple-suited woman of all people, much to my surprise.

"Miss Hutchins has something to say." She said simply, and looked over to a shy-looking girl with a prominent cowlick on her head, who was at her side. "You will speak now." She stepped back, allowing her to have our full attention.

"U-Um, shouldn't we look around?" Her voice was very quiet, almost a mumble, it was no wonder why we hadn't been able to hear her. "Monokuma said we should explore around the school. I, um, I know we probably shouldn't trust anything he says, b-but..."

"No shit Sherlock, we all already knew that." It was the girl who'd insulted a few others before who said this. Jeez, what was this, her fourth time insulting someone now?

"This isn't the time to be an ass," a scrawny girl with messy dark blonde hair groaned, "Shut it already and let her talk!"

"How about no?" The rude girl retorted, "I don't have to listen to any of you dumbasses."

"Umm..."

"Why the hell do ya gotta be so difficult?" One of the boys challenged, his most prominent feature being the scars on his face, "There's literally no reason for ya to act like a raging asshole right now."

"She is just speaking the truth," the boy with the Russian accent said with a shrug, "The quiet girl takes forever to say anything, and then all she has to say is something we already know. It is completely pointless."

"Are ya trying to get ya ass kicked?" The scarred boy yelled at him, "She didn't do anything wrong, ya prick!"

"Uh...guys..."

"Oh, threats of violence. How fucking typical." The rude girl spat out, a viscous grin on her face, "You're all acting like fucking cave men."

"Yep, she definitely wants her butt kicked too," a girl with a punk hair cut responded. She had pulled out a lighter, and was anxiously flicking the flame on and off.

"Are you going to burn her?" A feminine-looking boy asked in only slight shock. The nervous smile on his face only added to the bizarreness of his underwhelming response.

Unsurprisingly, everyone was interrupted by the suited woman's shrill whistle again. She had a mildly pissed off look to her this time, so everyone immediately stopped talking. She nodded to Hutchins, and so the shy girl continued from where she left off.

"U-Um, the reason I brought that stuff up was because we don't actually know anything about our situation yet," she explained, "We haven't looked around the whole school yet, s-so while Monokuma did tell us he blocked off all the exits, we don't actually know that yet for ourselves. And, uh, if we are going to be trapped here for awhile, then we should definitely get to know this place well. I-I think."

"Well said," I agreed, speaking up for the first time since Monokuma disappeared, "No matter what ends up happening, we need to know more about this place and explore as much as we can."

"U-Um, yeah," the shy girl nodded, "Does anyone, uh, disagree?"

Nobody did. So, after a bit more minor back and forth arguing, it was decided that everyone would split up into groups and explore the school, and then meet back up in the Gymnasium in about an hour from now. The black-haired girl and the orange-haired boy didn't leave with anyone else, and I took that as meaning they'd like to group up with me.

"Looks like we'll be a group then," I noted, to which they nodded. "I'm, uh, I'm glad. I know I don't really know anyone here, but you two stayed by me while I was unconscious. I feel a little safer with you two, I guess." I rubbed the back of my neck, a little embarrassed by what I said. "Sorry, that probably sounded really awkward."

"Don't worry about it," the boy grinned as he reached out a hand. I took it, and he continued once we shook hands. "Listen, we're all kind of freaking out right now. You've got it worse than the rest of us though, since you can't remember anything, so no one'll blame you for feeling scared."

"Yeah, don't worry, we've got your back," the girl nodded in affirmation, "Its messed up that this is even happening, but as long as I'm around, I'll make sure nothing happens to you."

"M-Man, you just make it sound corny," the boy sighed, fidgeting a bit with his hands.

"Whatever! At least I'm not clamming up the second I get left alone with a girl!"

"Wh-What!? I mean, I'm not alone! Our amnesiac friend is here too! Wh-What made you even think of that?"

"Don't act like it's not even true!"

"Are you two siblings, or something?" I asked, interrupting their squabble.

"What? Ew, no." The girl replied.

"Ew? What's that supposed to mean?" The boy asked. He was trying to play it off humorously, but I could tell it made him feel anxious.

"Nothing, nothing. Anyway, why'd you think that?" The girl asked me.

"You two kind of argue like brother and sister, is all," I answered.

"Well, we're not. We don't even really know each other, to be honest. I'm sorry, I don't even usually argue like that, I actually hate arguing," She told me, "How would you know what that's like anyway? Sibling squabbles?"

"I...I don't know..." I really didn't. I still couldn't remember anything about myself or my life, but somehow I apparently knew how sibling arguments worked. That didn't make any sense.

"You really don't have any memories at all?" The boy asked, a questioning look on his face.

"No, nothing before coming to this school," I said as I shook my head, "Well, I do remember getting the invitation letter to come here, but nothing else, not even my talent or my name. That's why I knew that we're at Sky's Peak Academy."

"Hmm, no one's actually mentioned that we're at Sky's Peak, now that I think about it, so I was wondering how you knew where we were," the girl said with a thoughtful look, "That's weird though. The only thing you can remember is just one memory that lets you know where you're at. But even then, you apparently can remember other things, even if you can't remember how you know them. Do you think, maybe Monokuma did this to you? Is that even possible?"

"I don't know, this is crazy, man," the boy groaned, "Seriously though, you don't even remember your name?"

I shook my head.

"Oh! I just realized, you don't know our names!" The girl said in surprise, "We've spent so much time talking, but we haven't even introduced ourselves yet.

"I'm Charlotte Lin. Oh, and my talent is being the Ultimate Inventor."

I was able to take a better look at her now that things had calmed down somewhat. She was of average height, maybe 5"6, give or take an inch, and looked pretty busty as well. She seemed to like to dress casually, from what I could tell. She was wearing blue jeans and a purple blouse. Over her blouse, she wore a light-blue comfortable-looking jacket, along with tan combat boots. And now that I was paying more attention, I was noticing that her hair was so black, it actually looked like a tint of dark blue. Not only that, but I was just now starting to notice that she had a bit of a British accent as well.

"Inventor?" I repeated, "Wait, so does that mean you're some kind of famous genius? What have you invented?"

"O-Oh? Uh, you probably don't know about them, seeing as your memories are all messed up," Charlotte began to say, seemingly a bit flustered, "But my most famous invention is probably the lie detector one. It uh, has a 99% accuracy rate, and it's currently pending to become standardized use in the police force."

"Wow, really?" I asked in awe, "That's...pretty amazing. How did you even make something like that?"

"Oh, it's nothing, really," she grinned modestly, "I just worked on an existing concept and improved it. Anyone could've done it...at least, if they'd thought of it first."

"Wait, you're the one who made that new lie detector?" The boy asked, eyes widening slightly, "The run that weeds...er, I mean," He began to sweat as he corrected himself, "The one that reads voice frequencies?"

"That's right," Charlotte smiled proudly, ignoring his minor mis-speak, though her smile faltered slightly as she continued, "But, how do you know the part about the voice frequencies? That's not supposed to be public knowledge yet."

"My uh, my Dad's a detective." The boy said awkwardly, "He tells me about this kind of stuff all the time. Er, speaking of which, I should probably introduce myself now too."

"My name's Jean-Peal Moreau, though everyone can just call me JP. I'm here as the Ultimate Sketch Artist."

Jean-Peal could be described in three words: tall, lanky, ginger. He looked to be about six feet even in height, and pretty thin in weight. His unruly orange hair reached to about his neck, and covered his ears. He had a slight spattering of freckles on his face, and a bit of stubble under his chin. He wore a white dress shirt with a burgundy jacket that was left open and unbuttoned, along with a pair of jeans and old sneakers that looked like he'd owned for years. If I wasn't mistaken, he also seemed to have a slight and hardly-noticeable French accent.

"A Sketch Artist, huh?" I said, "What kind of sketching do you do?"

"Well, all kinds really," Jean-Peal replied, "But I'm really only any good at sketching people. I've practically got a photographic memory when it comes to details about people's features."

"Wow, that's kind of creepy," Charlotte said, shaking her head. Jean-Peal looked absolutely horrified being told such a thing, so she laughed as she said, "Kidding! I'm just kidding! Really, that's really cool that you can do that, it's a great talent, I just like to kid around a lot."

"Don't...kid like that..." he told her hesitantly, letting out a massive sigh of relief, "Anyway, er, shouldn't we get going now? All the other groups already got a huge head start in exploring this school."

Charlotte looked like she wanted to say something to him, but ended up deciding against it and sighed. "Yeah, we should. Let's just go already."

I nodded in agreement, and so the three of us left. As we walked back into the halls, I began to think about my two new friends. My impression of the two of them was that they seemed nice, though they had...contrasting personalities, to say the least. They'd probably never associate with each other outside of a situation like this, I figured. I liked them though, and I felt like I could trust them.

Once we were back in the halls, we contemplated where we should go first. There were four paths that lead into the four compass directions, with us having come from the south hall. Jean-Peal told us the classrooms were to the east, so we decided to go back there first to see if maybe there were any other students. However, once we traveled down the hall for a bit, we found our path immediately blocked by a wall. A single student was standing there, fists clenched as he stared at the wall.

"What the hell?" Jean-Peal exclaimed in surprise, "What happened to the classrooms?"

"I know for sure there was a hallway here!" Charlotte insisted, "We woke up here just half an hour ago! How is it just, gone?"

"I just...do not understand," the boy staring at the wall began to mutter under his breath, who I began to recognize as the student with the Russian accent, "It just is not logical."

"Hey, are you ok?" I asked, hesitantly reaching out to tap him on the shoulder. He turned around before I could touch him though, and as he faced he me, he gave me a look that plainly showed his bewilderment.

"Do not touch me," he warned me, "What do you want?"

"We just wanted to make sure you're ok," Jean-Peal quickly explained, "We're pretty freaked out about the classroom hall suddenly disappearing too, but you look like you're taking it especially hard."

"It is...that is to say, I do not...hmm..." The boy began to say, seemingly unsure of how to put together his thoughts. "It just...does not make any sense, it is not logical. I am very confused by this entire situation. None of this bodes very well with me at all."

"Tell me about it," Charlotte agreed, "I have to ask though, how come you're here on your own? Everyone else is in groups."

"I...do not take well to working with others." The boy said as he lowered his eyes slightly, "I am what you call, eh..."

"A lone wolf?" I asked. He nodded. "Huh. That seems a little counter-productive right now though, don't you think?"

"Not to mention edgy," Charlotte added. That just caused him to glare at us.

"Er...anyway, what's your name?" I asked. He gave me an odd look, before a look of realization ran across his face.

"Ah, that is right, you are the Amnesiac one," he replied, "We all introduced ourselves earlier, when you were unconscious.

"My name is Mikhail Shistakov, and I go by the title of the Ultimate Chess Player."

Mikhail stood a bit shorter then Jean-Peal, but looked just as thin. He had short dark brown hair, and wide grey eyes to go along with his pale skin. He dressed simply, wearing a white shirt, black trousers, and black and white checkered sneakers.

"Chess seems like it'd be a tough field to prove yourself in," I commented, "You wouldn't just be competing against other students, but adults as well, just to prove your skill."

"That is correct," Mikhail nodded, "It has been quite a challenge. However, I have aced every single tournament I have ever entered. I definitely deserve my title."

"It doesn't seem like it's worked out though," Jean-Peal said with a sigh, "You're trapped in a school with a creepy teddy bear because you were so good. We all are."

"Yes, things have not worked out as planned..." Mikhail muttered, "And our situation seems to just keep becoming stranger." He motioned to the wall that was blocking off access to the classrooms.

"I still don't get how that's possible," Charlotte groaned, "There wasn't anything like this wall here before."

"Really? Nothing at all?" I asked. Mikhail simply nodded in response. "Have you noticed anything about it then? Like how it could've been moved there?" Mikhail had thoughtful look for a moment or so, but then just shrugged. He didn't really seem to want to talk much.

"What? Do you think we could learn something from examining it or something?" Jean-Peal asked me. After a moment of hesitation, I nodded, and then walked up to the wall and began knocking on it at certain spots.

"It doesn't sound hollow..." I noted, "If it did, that would mean it's a fake wall, I think. But it feels and sounds dense..."

"That means it couldn't have been moved there then, right?" Charlotte asked.

"I don't know," I answered as I continued to examine the wall, "I don't see any grooves at the bottom or the sides, so I don't see how it could. It's probably way too heavy to move without some kind of mechanism."

As I turned around to face the three of them, I could see that Jean-Peal had folded his arms and was giving me a quizzical stare. I couldn't help but feel a little weirded out by that.

"I-Is something wrong?" I asked.

"...No, it's nothing." He waved my question away.

"Things just keep getting weirder around here," Charlotte sighed, "I hope the rest of the school isn't like this."

"Go on ahead then," Mikhail said with a wave before turning back towards the wall, "I wish to think on my own for now."

With that, we decided to go back and head down the northern hallway. The first thing we found was a couple of bathrooms, but we figured there wouldn't be anything worth taking a look at and moved on. Next was a door with a plaque on the wall next to it that read "STORAGE". We opened the door and entered, and found ourselves in a large storage room. Packaged food, toiletries, cleaning supplies, spare clothes, and an assortment of many other things that I could not name all at once, all lined the shelves. It was surprising how much stuff was being stored here, there was so much there it almost looked infinite.

We weren't alone though. Two other people were in there, one of whom I recognized as the shy girl named Hutchins. The other was the boy with the thick English accent, though it took me a little while longer to recognize him.

"O-Oh, hello," the girl said when she realized we'd entered the room, "I didn't hear the door open. Did you just get here?" She had a smile on her face, but I could tell she looked nervous.

"Yeah, sorry, we didn't mean to surprise you," Charlotte told her, having also seen her nervousness.

"Nah mate, you didn't surprise anyone," the English boy jumped into the conversation with a smile, "There's three of you, and you've all got heavy steps. Ya couldn't sneak up on my deaf grandma if ya tried."

"That's fair," I agreed, then asked, "Is it just you two in here?"

"Y-Yeah," Hutchins answered, "We've been looking through the stuff here, but there's just so much..."

"N-No kidding," Jean-Peal said, avoiding eye contact with her, and whistling in awe as he eyed a particularly stuffed-to-the-brim shelf, "You'd need a full group to search in here all day just to make a dent."

"I know, right?" The English boy replied, "There's jus' a wee bit too much shit in here. Eh, Hutchins?"

"Y-You know that's just my last name..." She mumbled in response, before looking at me, "O-Oh, that's right, you don't know our names.

"M-My name's Jesse Hutchins...I'm the Ultimate Sidekick."

Jesse had black hair, with a giant cowlick bang with a grey highlight in front. She looked somewhat lanky, but not quite; she honestly just had something close to an average body type. She wore a white T-shirt under an open short-sleeve denim jacket, along with black-and-red tennis shoes.

"An Ultimate Sidekick?" I asked, "How does that work?"

"I-I'm not exactly sure myself," Jesse mumbled, "B-But, I guess I'm just...really good at supporting people."

"It's definitely an interesting talent," I remarked, "How did you get recruited as a Sidekick?"

"Umm..." She mumbled, looking more and more uncomfortable by the minute, "I...don't really know. It just sort of happened."

"Hey, if it bothers you we don't have to keep talking about it," Charlotte told her.

"Th-Thanks," Jesse said with a sigh of relief, "I just don't like having so much attention on me...it makes me anxious." Charlotte nodded understandably.

"Right, then maybe I could take the spotlight for now," the English boy suggested.

"Name's Wilson Young, Ultimate Engineer. Nice to meet ya."

Standing just past six feet in height, he was the tallest student so far. He had a pretty average body type and pale skin, from what I could tell. His hair was black; if I had to describe it, I'd have to say it kind of looked like a Superman-style hairdo-just without the curl on the forehead. His eyes were a blue-grey, though they were somewhat obscured by a pair of black eyeglasses with rather large lenses. As for his outfit, he wore short sleeve button-down shirt, which had a design full of small squares, with each one being either red, blue, or white, kind of reminding me of a retro 3D effect. He had dark blue skinny jeans and black and white converse shoes to go along with it.

"Wow, we've got an Engineer and an Inventor in the same class," I remarked, "That's a pretty amazing combination. And you're both so young too; that's more than talent, it's prodigious."

"Ha, so you're the Inventor, issat right?" Wilson asked, looking at Charlotte with a grin, "We'd make quite a duo, dontcha' think?"

"Uh..." Charlotte said slowly, "I have a boyfriend."

"..."

"...Well that's awkward," Jean-Peal eventually stated the obvious.

"Ey, I didn't mean it like that," Wilson mumbled, his cheeks blushed slightly, "I meant like, working partners."

"O-Oh!" Charlotte said, looking a bit embarrassed herself.

"A-Anyway," I interjected, trying to ease the awkward situation, "How did you pick up Engineering as a talent?"

"Oh, er, well it's a long story," Wilson answered, "But the short version is that my family was poor, and as a way to help I fixed stuff of ours that was broken. Turns out I had quite a knack for that kind of thing. It just kinda took off from there right quick."

It was around this time that a loud noise went off right beside us, causing us to flinch (and in Wilson's case, jump) in surprise. Looking at the source of the noise, we could see Jesse crouching by a heavy looking box. She'd apparently gotten distracted during our conversation and had been looking through the shelves.

"S-Sorry! I'm so sorry!" Jesse squeaked, "I thought I saw something cool on the shelf but I ended up knocking something over!"

"It's ok, it was an accident," Charlotte told her, resting a hand on her chest and letting out a sigh of relief as she spoke, "You just scared us."

"Try ta be more bloody careful, will ya!" Wilson exclaimed, bent over and resting his hands on his knees as he tried to regain his breath, "Nearly gave me a goddamn heart attack..."

"I-I'm really sorry..." Jesse apologized, her voice barely above a whisper. I could tell that she was desperately trying to hold back tears, and Wilson must had seen that as well, as he shook his head and sighed.

"Ey, it's alright, you didn't do it on purpose." He told her quietly, "I'm just kinda jumpy is all. Really, it's fine."

"R-Really?" Jesse asked, eyes slightly wide, "Ok...thank you..."

"Yeah, no problem," Wilson told her, a small grin returning to his face, "Here, I'll help you put it back, it looks kind of heavy ta do it on your own." He looked over at us. "Why don't you three head off? Jesse and I'll take care of this mess and keep looking for anything useful."

"Alright, we'll see you later at the Gym," I responded, and so Charlotte, Jean-Peal and I left the Storage Room. We returned to hallways, and after making it make to the crossroads, we took the last remaining path and headed west. About halfway down the hall, we found another door. This one had a plaque as well, which read "INFIRMARY". The three of us headed in, and found ourselves in a not-so-typical-looking Nurse Infirmary. Everything looked clean, sterile, and in pristine condition. There were cabinets and drawer sets along the walls, likely filled with medicine, as well as several beds, a medical refrigerator, a few wheelchairs, and even a private bathroom. Overall, the Infirmary looked very well-stocked and up-to-date.

Just like in the Storage Room, there were two people already in the room. One was a boy who sitting on a bed, who I recognized as the Hypnotist. The other was a girl, who was looking through one of the drawers. I didn't really recognize her, as she had been one of the quieter students back in the Gymnasium.

"Aiz, I think someone's come in," the boy stated. The girl known as Aiz turned away from the drawers and faced us.

"...It appears someone has." Aiz responded to him, an indifferent expression on her face, "Three people, in fact."

"Oh, three?" The boy asked, "Let me guess...it's the Inventor, the Sketch Artist, and the Amnesiac. Am I right?"

"You're looking at us, aren't you?" Charlotte questioned, "Can't you tell?"

"Hmm...I suppose I should be able to tell," the boy answered, "Or at least, I would, if I wasn't..."

"...Wasn't what?" I asked, genuinely confused by his crypticness.

"Oh, I thought it was obvious," the boy said with a shrug, "I'm a bit...visually challenged."

"What, you need glasses?" Jean-Peal asked.

"He's blind." Aiz said simply.

"Hey, spoiler alert!" The boy snapped, before sighing and continuing, "But yes, I'm blind."

"R-Really?" I gasped.

"We're sorry," Charlotte said apologetically, "We couldn't tell at all."

"No need to apologize," the boy said with yet another shrug, "I can usually pass pretty well as a normal, not-blind-as-heck person." He leaned forward in his seat a bit, seemingly looking me in the eyes. Seeing as, you know, he shouldn't actually be able to see me, it made me feel nervous. "You...You're the Amnesiac, right? Normally I wouldn't have to introduce myself, but since you can't remember anything, I should probably let you know who I am."

"I am the great Spinel Labelle, and I am known as the Ultimate Hypnotist!"

Spinel looked like a very slender kid, while also standing around 6'2". Tall, lanky, and thin was apparently a trend at Sky's Peak Academy. He had an oval face, with thin lips, a bit of a long and pointy nose, but wide brown eyes. His hair was black, and kept well-trimmed above his ears and slicked back. He was dressed pretty nicely, wearing a white long-sleeved button up with a red sweater over it, and black slacks with a silver chain from his pocket watch hanging out of his right front pocket, as well as brown oxford shoes. Beside him on the bed was a wooden cane with a red crystal on top, which may or may not had been an a walking stick.

"A blind Hypnotist?" Jean-Peal asked, "How does that work?"

"There are more forms of hypnotism than just waving a watch in someone's face and counting to three," Spinel explained, "Hypnotism is actually a very psychologically-based practice."

"Oh, right..." Jean-Peal said with an awkward smile, rubbing the back of his head.

"So, is 'Spinel Labelle' a stage name then?" I asked.

"That's right," Spinel nodded, "How clever of you to figure that out."

I had a feeling that was sarcasm and that I was meant to feel insulted.

"Uh, what's your real name then?" Charlotte asked cautiously. She obviously didn't want to be the next target of his snark.

"I'd like to keep some aspects of myself a secret," Spinel told her, "I'm not really much of an open book, I guess. You can try social linking me later if you'd like, though."

"Right..." Charlotte replied, lowering her eyes slightly. There was a bit of an awkward silence after that.

I looked over to the quiet girl, Aiz. She didn't seem to be up for talking, but I wanted to at least meet her.

"Yes?" She asked, having caught me looking.

"Uh, I've been trying to meet everyone and learn everyone's names," I replied somewhat sheepishly, "Could you, uh, tell me about yourself?"

"What, bored with me already?" Spinel asked, feigning hurt feelings.

"N-No, I just, I want to meet everyone," I stammered, "I should be doing that, shouldn't I?"

"I was just messing with you," Spinel said, shrugging for the third time now.

"Uh..." I was just becoming more and more uncomfortable the longer the conversation with Spinel went on. I turned back to Aiz, and so she decided to give her introduction.

"...Aiz Espensen. Ultimate Pharmacist."

Aiz was very short, barely cracking five feet, and looked like she had a rather petite figure to boot. She had a very basic heart shaped face free of blemishes, with a pair of dominating steely blue eyes, set off by a small button nose and a smattering of freckles across her cheeks. She had curly black hair that fell around her shoulders due to being held back with a head band. For her outfit, she was wearing a sleeveless collared dress, the skirt and collar being a deep navy blue while the bodice was white. She topped it off with a long, grey cardigan and black thigh high socks with a pair of grey lace up boots.

"Oh, a Pharmacist," I commented, "Makes sense why you're in the Infirmary then."

"Mhm." Was all Aiz said.

"Um, how's it worked out for you?" Charlotte asked, "Being a Pharmacist sounds like it would be tough."

"It's worked out well." Aiz replied.

"Aiz doesn't talk much," Spinel told us, "Don't even think about underestimating her though. You know what they say about the quiet ones, right?"

"Beware?" Jean-Peal guessed.

"Bingo." Spinel told him, flashing a finger gun at him. "Anyway, as fun as this has been, it's probably about time you guys scattered. There's plenty more exploration to do, after all."

"Right," I replied, "We'll see you later then." Spinel and Aiz both nodded, and with that, our little group left the Infirmary and continued down the western hall.

The people I'd met so far were definitely an...interesting bunch. And there were still seven more to meet. As I began to wonder where they all were, we came upon an open entrance way, with a sign above it that read "TO STUDENT ZONE". Apparently, we were currently in the School Zone. Seeing as we didn't have a map, we weren't sure what to expect.

All we knew, was that there was still plenty more exploration to do, and students to meet.

A/N: And so concludes the first half of the introductions. I hope I wrote your characters as accurately and in-character as possible. If there's anywhere that I messed up, feel free to correct me. As for when the next update will be out, I'm hoping to have it done as early as Thursday, the latest being next Saturday.