Visitors step into the morning hours of a long hallway dotted with doors on the right, ending in a darkened two-way fork leading into the unknown. The watery sunshine of the early hours poured in through the windows, cracked open to let in the breeze on the left side.

A breeze blew in, gently rustling countless posters put up on the walls, children's drawings and other announcements framed proudly, accompanied by strange symbols that those who understood the language would recognize as Japanese hiragana, splashes of katakana and kanji. They read off names of the students, titles of the drawings, or advertised upcoming events going on in this particular elementary school. From behind the doors, there are voices of adults, teachers giving their lectures for the day. The scene is relatively peaceful, and may be rather nostalgic for some.

One of the doors slid open, and someone stepped out. They were a taller figure, adult, clutching something in one hand, but she had no color, no definition... she was a shadow shaped like a person, and bore a big white X scribbled over her face as she tread quickly past the visiting group that had just come in. It's here that visitors notice that they're not wearing what they boarded the airships with, but uniforms of some kind that implement black and white houndstooth on the collars and skirts.

From the door the shadowy figure left behind that remained cracked open, the silence from within broke into hushed giggling and whispering...



[ooc: I'll match your preferred format.]