Bored. Bored, bored, bored. That was all Yukiko Asaname could use to describe her situation as she wandered through the halls of Yokohama High, scanning the different rooms and their numbers in an attempt to find her own class. She had such high hopes for this place, after everything she heard, but thus far it was all so<span style="font-style: italic">boring.</span><br/><br/>After repeating the pattern of checking a door and continuing on to the next one for a while, she finally came across the room she was looking for. Her mind quickly memorized the route she had taken, mentally cutting off all the excess travel time so she would be able to make the trip quickly.<span style="font-style: italic">Five minutes,</span>she decided. That was how long it would take her to reach the room from the entrance, assuming she were unimpeded.<br/><br/>Her train of thought was broken as she felt a sharp tap on her shoulder, to which she lazily turned around. The culprit behind it was the teacher of her class, who had himself just arrived there.<br/>"Ah, you must be the new student they told me about. Miss Asaname, was it?"<br/>"Yeah, that's me," she answered, both her tone and the small nod she gave him seeming rather uninterested.<br/>"Shall we go inside then?" he asked, smiling and pushing the door open. They both walked in one after another, with the entirety of the class staring at the new arrival as she was introduced.<br/><br/>Yukiko was 15 years old (though she wouldn't be for much longer,) standing at a height of 5'5". Her figure was nothing extraordinary, having a relatively average chest and waist size, but it was her face that generally attracted attention. Her eyes were a bright yellow, usually wide and sparkling with eagerness, though at the moment they were half closed from boredom. Her hair was just a trifle less unusual; she had medium-short brown hair that almost reached her shoulders, with her bangs being about the same length on either side and falling about halfway to her eyes. She was dressed in the typical Yokohama High uniform; a long-sleeved black shirt and skirt with a red ribbon hanging from the neck, as well as black dress shoes and black knee-length stockings with red trim at the top. Overall, it was a much darker outfit than she would have preferred, but there wasn't much she could do about that.<br/><br/>As his introduction finished, she gave a slight, almost unnoticeable bow to the class and walked to the seat that was indicated to her. After sitting down, a rather heavy sigh escaped her lips as she oriented herself and got out the notebooks the teacher asked for.<br/>"Already here for a week and not<span style="font-style: italic">one sign</span>of anything freaky happening, not even a single lousy poltergeist.<span style="font-style: italic">Boring,</span>" she muttered under her breath as she dug through books and papers. "They could have at least given me a window seat."