The rattle of loose gravel and dirt were the only sounds that could be heard as a black automobile drove along the tracks, inside were two people, Mathew and the driver who kept his identity sealed behind the darkened glass that separated the passenger compartment and the driver compartment. Special arrangements had been made due to his lack of funds and his injury. Neither said a word to one another, after all the instructions had been clear as well as the circumstances surrounding his... application to this 'university'.<br/><br/>A small bump in the road snapped Mathew back from his thoughts, it must've cost a small fortune to keep this place hidden, probably paid with the people's tax money. The man shook his head for a moment to get the cobwebs out of his system as he glanced once again at the darkened window ahead of him, was this person a robot or were they so well trained that they could resist all temptation to satisfy their curiosity, though that was assuming they even felt that emotion.<br/>Still, at least this was something for a man who spent most of his years chasing after shattered dreams. Even though there were thousands of questions burning in his mind, he had to wait until the appointed time.<br/><br/>It didn't take long for the car to reach it's destination, though it did take some effort for him to get out of the car and grab his duffel bag, there wasn't really that much that he could bring with him. Just the needed clothing, which like the clothing he wore were in various states of disrepair. His faded red shirt had been haphazardly repaired somewhat as it's stitches could be seen indicating the rips it's had to endure over it's life, his blue trousers had lost it's color at the knees and it's ends were incredibly worn out, even his shoes looked as if they were threatening to fall apart with every step he took. The only object he had that was in good state was his cane.<br/>"Might as well see what the future holds for me." Mathew muttered to himself as the car behind him now began to pull away, even as the front doors opened revealing the marble floor, "Swear to... if my walking stick slips from my grip because of these..."<br/><br/>It was a strange experience for the young man as he stepped into the house, it appeared that he was not the only one here. It also seemed that some of them were... energetic. Mathew paused for a moment to look at his knee and cane, from what he could see, they appeared to be his age, healthy and eager... which begged the set of questions; Why did they need him? Why did they want him? And what was the reason for the offer they had given him?<br/>He groaned softly as he felt a twinge of pain deep in his knee, the journey to this house wasn't too comfortable for him as he wasn't able to move for prolonged periods of time, without a word to the others he limped to a nearby chair dropping the duffel bag close to it before slowly sinking in.<br/>Small beads of sweat had formed on his brow by now, it hadn't occurred to him that the uneven weight distribution of the duffel bag would actually hinder his movements and cause more strain on his leg. There was an alternative to carrying the bag but that required him to reveal his... uniqueness. Something that he wasn't too comfortable sharing with just yet.<br/><br/>Even as his mind began to wander to the various questions that still echoed around in head, he listened to the conversations that were already happening. Perhaps he could glimpse into the collective knowledge already present within the group, even if they didn't know it yet. After all, it seemed as though everyone had gotten some form of notice to get here. And likely they were in a similar situation as him. Right?<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>