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         Sakura wondered about the sound that resonated from the storage room. It was heavy enough to cause a crash that can be heard up to her counter but she doesn't know of anything that can possibly cause it. That room was locked for years, so it was a little hard to believe that anyone can enter that room. She grabbed the keys from the counter and went to the storage room to investigate.

As she stood in front of the door, a feeling of anxiety swept over her. Would she dare go inside? She decided to just go with it; she was already there after all. She inserted the key and turned the knob, knowing full well that if someone caught her, she could just say that she was looking for a replacement mug. She flicked on the light switch, flooding the dark room with light.

Inside, several, dusty crates and boxes were stacked neatly. She walked around the room, parting some cobwebs as she investigated the source of the sound. A large box of files had fallen down, spilling the contents unto the floor. She wondered what could have caused it to fall. Suddenly, a soft, warm object skidded by her feet. She looked down and saw a giant rat, making her shriek a bit.

"Aaahh!" She yelled as she moved her foot away from the thing, tripping her over, sending her crashing down to the floor. "Urgh..." She mumbled, annoyed at this. Her hand landed on a file so she picked it up and gave it a good look.

Student No. 603: Year 1993-1997

She took a quick look around the others and saw that they all contained the same student file. "Why would they keep several copies of the same file in here?" She thought as she placed them back on their box, growing more curious as time passed. This got her an idea.

"Maybe I should read this, you know, just to kill some time." She muttered, remembering that she has nothing else to do. She grabbed a new mug and placed it on the top of the box as she made her way out. As she was closing the door, she saw a large cabinet propped up on one section of the wall, as if covering something. She wanted to check it out but she can't possibly leave the counter too long. So she decided against it.

She washed the replacement mug, her thoughts still on that weird file as she felt the waters run through her fingers, striking the smooth, porcelain surface. She finished up and headed back to her desk, rearranging the pens and taking out a file from the box. She opened the folder and proceeded to read, wondering why Akira and Ai were taking too long.