trustfell | Welcome.

It doesn't matter where you last were or what you were doing. What matters is that you're waking up in a decently comfortable bed in a room that's completely unfamiliar. You may feel a bit groggy, like you've slept for too long, but that will fade in time.

Welcome to Graceside Preparatory Academy.

You may want to pick up the key to your room before you leave, though don't worry. Your door won't lock automatically so you won't be locked out if you've forgotten to pick it up. The hallway outside your room is most likely full of other confused students by now and should you turn around to look at the door of the room you just left, you'll find a nameplate with your name printed on it. There's a single word underneath it with no explanation. This is your title, but don't worry about that right now.

Depending on when you left your room there may be a clock chiming in the foyer up ahead. It seems like it's seven, though it's difficult to tell if it's seven in the morning or seven at night. There aren't any windows, after all. Should you venture into the room with the clock, you'll find that the only exit is closed - there's absolutely no way to break down that steel bulkhead. It looks like you're stuck in here for the time being.

The foyer also holds some very interesting information. There's a bulletin board with twenty-nine pictures on it. Beside each picture is some very specific and very familiar information. Feel free to examine it. The bulletin board is large enough for plenty of you to gather around and gawk. Don't try to get at it though, that glass in front of it is very thick. If you try to break it, you'll find out the hard way that it's shatterproof. Sorry about that.

Perhaps even more of a concern than the glass is the list beside the profiles. It looks like a set of rules. You might want to examine those, though they're not providing much of an explanation for why you're here or how you got here.

So relax and get to know your fellow students. You might be stuck here for awhile.

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Are you alright?

[He could just be exaggerating, but you never know.]

[Cabanela breathes in.]

Feel like I was hit by a truck, but it could be worse.

I was feeling groggy when I woke up, too...like I'd been sleeping for days.

[He deliberates for a moment before carefully offering his hand to the man.]

Can you stand?

[Cabanela nods, managing to shakily get himself to his feet.]

Seems like it's going around. We all had a heck of a nap, didn't we? All without realizing we were asleep.

Yeah. I'm not sure what to think...I don't remember anything that leads me to believe I should have ended up in a place like this.

All of us with gaps in our memories... This isn't good.

[He shakes his head a little, lifting a hand to nervously touch his chin.]

Not at all. Something...really bad had to have happened.

What's the last thing you remember? No kidnappers either, I assume?

[Kaneki shakes his head a little. It wasn't exactly a good situation, but...]

No kidnappers. Nothing that would have led to me waking up in a place like this, anyway.

[Hmmm.]

Maybe there's a connection. What is the last thing you remember? You can be as vague as possible, if you'd like.

[...time to be AGGRESSIVELY VAGUE then.]

I was having an argument with someone. But I don't think they'd kidnap me...they'd much rather not have anything to do with me, I think.