You carefully push open the furthest door and peek in. The room is flushed in sunlight from the big windows. Specks of dust are dancing in the stagnant air, making the beams of light almost visible. You call into the empty room, but something catches your eye. Sitting on a desk is a short-haired girl; curiously wearing a boy's uniform, with a fork between her toes, a morsel of food stuck firmly on the end. This odd way of dining seems to be caused by her apparent lack of hands.