With some boredom in mind, Isse walked back from the garden and into the halls, where he had finally found his time to take a good night's party. He thought of changing his clothes, but then again this somewhat formal wear he had been on since his entry to the school is enough for the celebration. Taking into account what Mr. Contrast, his given nickname of the man he met earlier, said about the directions of the party, he takes a long flight of stairs as he proceeds to the student center.

With the door of the party venue now right before him, Isse takes a gulp before touching the doorknob, as if he felt possible wacky shenanigans beyond the tall, wooden, hinged slab to his front. After moments of consideration, he finally grips the metal rod, turns it, and enters through the celebration.

[i]Well, what could i expect from a school like this.[/i]