[h2][center][color=tan]Soren Gale[/color][/center][/h2]
	Soren slowly walked down the 2nd floor's desolate halls, stepping carefully over the debris in the area.  He'd been up here many times since the fire, looking for anything that might've hinted to what happened to the boy that caused it.  Soren himself assumed he was dead, body probably cast into the ocean surrounding the island and any files on him erased.  He let out an audible sigh as that thought crossed his mind, hating himself slightly.  Had he interfered, maybe that kid would be alive right now... shaking his head, the man shrugged the regret off.  Something like that was out of his control now, and couldn't be helped anymore.  Arriving to the old classroom, he pushed open the door and looking around.  It wasn't exactly destroyed, but there were scorch marks all over the floor and a lot of the room was blackened by smoke.  Somehow, the chalkboard and plenty of desks had survived the initial destruction, and had only needed a quick cleaning to be usable again.  And now, this was the best meeting place the inmates had.

	Pulling one of the deskless chairs to the front of the room, Soren sat and rested his elbows on his knees, intertwining his fingers and looking down at the floor.  His attention was stolen from this meditative state soon, however, as Lunafreya showed up looking nervous.  [color=tan]"It's alright, y'know.  None of us have a deathwish on each other and there hasn't been a guard up here in weeks."[/color]  His attempt to put his friend at ease made, the man stood up and grabbed a piece of chalk from the tray in front of the board and wrote out an agenda carefully.  Usually, they had around two hours until someone got suspicious, and he always planned accordingly.  Ash would have to be introduced and given a guide to the asylum, but beyond that, he had no idea what else to do.  If someone thought of something, he was all ears.

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