Dante walked the halls beside Shigeo, though his mind felt far away, distant from the constant buzz surrounding them.
Bulletin boards were cluttered with colorful flyers promoting every kind of club : sports, strategy, cooking, drama...
— "How about the archaeology club ?" Shigeo suggested, waving a sign-up form with a hopeful grin. "You like mysterious stuff, don't you ?"
Dante slowly turned his head, eyes half-lidded.
— "I can already read the languages of the Old World and ancient scripts,it is neither a passion nor a pleasure."
Shigeo sighed and crossed the line off his list.
— "Literature club ?"
— "Not interested in listening to people pretend they understand texts they skimmed between lunch breaks."
— "Tactical strategy club ?"
— "Too many board games. Not enough real life."
As they turned into a dimly-lit corridor, Dante suddenly stopped.
His eyes locked onto the wall. Plain at first glance—but it radiated something else. An aura.
