You've left the main building behind a while ago. As you travel outside to the dorms, the loudspeaker poles everywhere blare. "Welcome, students, to Consumentirity--or informally, Vore High! First, a note: unexpected circumstances have led us to do some last-minute changes. Please welcome the new nurse, Mr. Jason Riles, and the new secretary, Ms. Daphne Carrey, when you get the chance. I hope all the freshmen have had a fun first day, and all the rest have had a fun first day back! The time is now 9:30 pm; please procede to the dorms. Students are not to be out on grounds after 10pm, and there will be punishments if anyone is found outside after 11pm. Yes, even on the first night! Classes start at 8am tomorrow; check your individual schedules for when your own first class is. That should be all; goodnight!" The hang-up click echoes across the courtyards, and plenty of people illuminated by various lamps along the sidewalks show their surprise at the loudspeakers' omnipresence.

It seems the administration operates like any other governing body, hiding anything that could cause uncertainty or fear in the people they control. "Unexpected circumstances" is a rather weak phrase for, "They're missing and probably eaten permanently." High schools aren't colleges, and they give no autonomy to their students. Curfew adherence and subordination are very important to them, and they'll have lookouts posted all over after 11pm hits.

After another minute of walking, you find yourself in front of a complex of 10 dorm buildings, each one 4 floors high. You pull out the letter you received during the summer from your back pocket, and scan it for a few seconds before finding the name of yours. "Edibilius? My dorm building is called Edibilius? What kind of name is that?" you pose the question aloud in genuine incredulity.

"All the names here sound pretty dumb. Edibilius is the far one on the left, only frosh room there besides the RA's," says a male voice from behind you.