Chihiro awoke with a start, his heart pounding in his chest as he found himself in a dimly lit classroom that felt both foreign and foreboding. The air was thick with an eerie stillness, and his mind was a blank canvas, devoid of any memories that could explain his presence in this unsettling place. As he stood up, his eyes scanned the room, landing on the cold, unblinking cameras that seemed to track his every movement, their lenses glinting like the eyes of a predator. With a surge of adrenaline, he stepped cautiously into the shadowy hallway, the silence amplifying the sound of his own heartbeat. The hallway led him to a room dominated by a colossal, circular vault door, its surface marred with intricate engravings that hinted at secrets long buried. The locking mechanism sparkled ominously under the flickering fluorescent lights, casting ghostly shadows that danced across the walls. On either side of the door, robotic arms with skull-like heads loomed, their presence a chilling reminder of the dangers that lay ahead. Chihiro's gaze darted around the room, landing on a group of equally bewildered individuals, their expressions a mirror of his own fear and confusion. Among them, he felt a pang of vulnerability, his heart racing faster than ever. Just then, a boy burst into the room, only to be met with a sharp reprimand from Kiyotaka, who quickly took charge of the situation. As introductions began, Chihiro felt a blush creep onto his cheeks, his anxiety bubbling to the surface as Makoto approaches him. With a soft, trembling voice, he managed to stammer,

"Hello, nice to meet you. I'm Chihiro Fujisaki..." His cheeks flushed deeper as he fidgeted with his skirt, the weight of his shyness pressing down on him. "I’m sorry, I get kinda nervous when I introduce myself like this..." A shy smile broke through his anxiety, accompanied by a nervous giggle that felt out of place in the tense atmosphere. "Anyway, I hope we can get along," he added, lifting his gaze to meet the boy's eyes. "M-maybe it’s just my imagination, but... have we met before? Oh, never mind, it’s probably nothing. I’m sorry..." His embarrassment washed over him like a wave, and he looked down again, feeling the suffocating grip of his shyness as the shadows in the room seemed to close in around them, hinting at the dark mysteries that awaited them all.