Silently. Swiftly. Like a shadow, the dark creature moved.

The petite young girl slinking towards her dorm room with the utmost concentration, having just escaped from an assembly orchestrated by some devil from the Light. She had been assigned a room number, which was most certainly filled with vile traps made with the intent of sealing her away. The bespectacled girl grinned at the challenge. As if they could stand up to her terrifying powers!

Her room was in sight. If the truth had been spoken, her belongings would be located within. She would need to cleanse them of Order's influence, but that was okay. After all, her powers far exceeded anyone at this school!
Makoto Yamada, or rather, 'Nanako of the Dark', approached her room door with a grin, glasses flashing brilliantly, no doubt from the sheer power exuded. Once she was reunited with her tools, she would truly have nothing to fear in this place! Then she could begin corrupting the agents of Light that inhabited this place with her Dark Teaching! And then- why was the door locked?

Rattle. Rattle. Rattle.

"...Aw." Makoto said in mild confusion.