Byakuya awoke with a start, his heart pounding in his chest as he found himself in a strange classroom, the walls echoing with an eerie stillness that sent shivers down his spine. His mind was a foggy abyss, offering no clues as to how he had arrived in this unsettling place. As he pushed himself off the cold, hard floor, his eyes scanned the room, landing on the sinister cameras that loomed overhead, their unblinking lenses tracking his every movement with a predatory gaze. Anxiety surged through him as he stepped into the dimly lit corridor, the air heavy with an oppressive silence that felt almost alive. He ventured into a chamber dominated by a colossal, circular vault door, its complex locking mechanism glimmering ominously beneath the flickering fluorescent lights. On either side, robotic arms with grotesque, skull-like heads hovered menacingly, as if they were the sentinels of dark secrets that should never see the light of day. Byakuya's sharp gaze darted around the room, landing on a group of equally bewildered individuals, their faces a mix of confusion and fear. He chose to remain silent, observing them with a cold detachment as they murmured amongst themselves, their voices a cacophony of uncertainty. Just then, a boy entered, the last to join their ranks, only to be swiftly reprimanded by Kiyotaka, who seemed to take charge of the situation. Kiyotaka proposed that they introduce themselves, a suggestion that made Byakuya roll his eyes in exasperation. He stood there, arms crossed, exuding an air of annoyance as Makoto approached him, eager to engage.

“I’m Byakuya Togami,” he declared, his tone clipped and dismissive. “Isn’t this enough? We’ve done the introductions, haven’t we? How much longer are you going to linger? Just go away; I’ve had enough of this.”