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<br/>​</div>When the floor dropped away, Shiro was genuinely surprised. First the head master's ominous speech, which was off putting, but not that out of the ordinary. Then there was the fact that there were only six first year students? '<i>Seven</i>,' he corrected. He kept forgetting to count himself. In any case, the small class size, while odd, was not world shattering. His attitude during the whole speech was a general air that<i>'this too has happened before.'</i><br/><br/>But the floor suddenly being pulled out from under them,<b>that</b>had caught him off guard.<br/><br/>In his more honest moments during the fall, he experienced something approaching panic. Fortunately, an invisible force seemed to direct him to his chute. Within the confines of the tube, he attempted to use his sneakers and hands to press into the cylindrical walls around him, slowing his descent. When the chute finally gave way to pitch black room, he shifted his stance to hit the ground and roll, quickly jumping to his feet and looking around. Nothing but a glowing orb which seemed to follow him. He looked it over quizzically a moment before settling on the idea that it was intended to help them see. '<i>How nice of them to provide a light source.'</i>He thought with dry amusement, taking the opportunity and the free light provided to clean his glasses.<br/><br/>As he did, the head master's voice suddenly echoed through the darkness around him, “Welcome to my Labyrinth. Your task is this – you must find your way to the end which is in so very many ways the Light at the End of the Tunnel. But be warned, this is no simple maze of path's you will be met with enemies – no matter the path you take. Proceed.”<br/><br/>Shiro let out a quiet cruse as the voice mentioned 'The Light at the End of the Tunnel.' Perhaps it was his morose train of thought, but to his thinking, the clue the head master had provided was clear: Their task was to solve the maze, but the only way to exit the maze was the 'Light at the End of the Tunnel.'<br/><br/>The only way out was death.<br/><br/>Shiro finished cleaning his glasses and put them on, then pulled his pocket watch and checked the time. He would be doing so regularly to gauge distance traveled. In the back of his mind, he attempted to calm himself.<i>'There is not enough data to support your hypothesis.' </i>he told himself.<i>'You're wasting time. Move.' </i><br/>And so he did.<br/><br/>The path on the left was taken without hesitation. With no evidence to suggest one choice was any better than the other, and with both tunnels looking the exact same, the choice simply came down to which path he saw first. With the orb of light shining weakly as it followed behind him, Shiro made his way down the tunnel, slowing his pace slightly as he detected the distant sounds of some kind of animals. When he finally reached the end of the tunnel, Shiro stepped into the large circular room, a giant door at the other end from which the feral sounds seemed to emanate from. Standing there in front of the door, seemingly preparing for a fight, was the effeminate boy he had spotted in the orientation hall earlier.<i>'Ah, of course. So this is how they were doing teams this year.'</i>He thought.<br/><br/>Not one for pleasantries, Shiro simply spoke up (perhaps a little too suddenly) as he approached the fellow first year, "Interesting way of forming teams, wouldn't you say?" he glanced up at the door looming in the darkness before them, the snarls from beyond the threshold more clearly defined at this proximity. His eyes narrowed slightly as he adjusted his glasses, "We should probably form a strategy for when it opens, which will very likely be when this room has reached a requisite occupancy. Three or four, given the limitations on team size, and the fact that there are only seven participants." He glanced down at the gauntlets Akena was wearing, "I trust you're proficient in hand to hand?"<br/><br/>Ether by poor social skills, or simply absent minded nature, he had failed to introduce himself, nor had he inquired as to the name of his team mate! What an ass!