District 4 Preparatory Academy should be the kind of school that any student hates with a passion. However, you haven't been able to even care that much. The place is an ancient brick labyrinth, basically a purgatory for teenagers and teachers not able to make it anywhere else. You wander the seemingly endless hallways in a haze, until a voice cuts through the fog.

"Hey, you look lost... maybe I can help?"

An elderly man pushing a maintenance cart waves at you, an odd look on his face.