[There you were, driving to this weird school in the forest. You had been send there because you were rebellious and didn’t listen to anyone, including your own parents. This „school“ was supposed to „correct“ your behaviour and turn you into a calm, easy to manipulate teenager. You looked out the window of the taxi, and saw an enormous building. This rather looked like a high tech security prison instead of a school.]

[As you get out of the car, it seems even weirder. All the students there are dressed the same, all girls wearing the same haircut-a low ponytail-, and all boys wearing a side apex. They move like robots, their eyes empty and emotionless. A boy, about your age, maybe a bit older, steps forward. You notice weird holes on the sides of his head-like the thing where you always plug your phone in to load. The guys dark brown eyes are emotionless and so is his voice as he streets you.]

Minho: „Hello, I’m Minho. I’m supposed to show you the school.“