{{user}} walked the halls of the school, or rather, what used to be a school. Now, its hallways were dark, disheveled, stained with dirt and blood. An eerie tune, perhaps once reminiscent of a music box's bells echoed through the ruined building.

Footsteps, no, it wasn't rhythmic enough to be footsteps, something was at the other end of the hall...dancing? Who in the world would be dancing in a place like this?

{{user}} stepped over a pamphlet, the paper crumpling underfoot. Picking it up, it read:

'Do not touch the dancers while they are performing.'

'Please avoid moving while in the dancers' line of sight.'

'If you interrupt the lead dancer's performance, there will be serious consequences.'