Emptiness and more emptiness. Weird, unsettling art. None of their classmates. Kozue honestly didn't think he could take much more of this. He wanted to go [i]home[/i], dammit!

"I don't [i]care[/i], Yori," he whined, knowing that he was being childish but continuing on anyway. "The creepy art's not going to help us. Nothing here is going to help us!" He slapped petulantly at the painting nearest to him, half-hoping he would knock it from the wall so he could take some immature glee from the destruction.