<strong>Seven Steps to Success College, Art Studio B</strong><br/><br/>As Alan opened the door, the entire area beyond the art studio was bathed in pitch black, as if the building had undergone some sort of power outage.  Although he could attempt to continue to run, doing so would be quite difficult in the blind darkness.<br/><br/>"Mr. Biron?"  Cassandra's voice held concern mixed with the fetid stench of her undead breath.  "Is something wrong?"  Somehow she was right next to him, having closed the distance without difficulty and impossibly fast.  She sounded almost sad, confused at his strange behavior.