Asami, curiosity piqued, walked to the chalkboard propped against the wall. The room was wrong. The idea it was a classroom felt contrary to everything inside it - and she only suspected something more than she looked over and saw her friend taking out some josticks.

Not to be outdone, she wrapped her knuckles on the wall. Touching it was a rather natural response - this place was strange, and something was making her want to do what she couldn't in class.

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