Ikami stood outside of the skyscraper she was soon to call home. It was intimidating in an odd way; no other building seemed to compare to its presence, but it was far shorter than other structures around it. It had an eerie feeling of belonging as well. If one were to glance upon the city of Tokyo, their eye would melt this edifice into the others, and it would be as though it wasn't even there. Perhaps it was meant to be that way. Taking small steps and passing through the entrance, it was immediately clear that the exterior meant nothing compared to the interior. It looked very modern and expensive; paintings and potted plants rendezvoused in every corner, and a sleek-looking couch rested parallel to a desk that seemed to be for a receptionist. Ika made her way over, her bag loosely dangling by her side. She had just finished her last day at her former school; the program she was to be entered into would provide education, apparently. A stout woman soon made her way over and began writing in a notebook, asking questions as she scribbled away. "Name?" she inquired. "I-Ikami Endo," Ika nervously replied. "I'm here for the progra-" "I know what you're here for. Sit over there, we have to wait for your partner to arrive before initiating any sort of orientation. It's customary." She spat out sentences faster than a train, and everything she said was monotone and lifeless. Waiting meant more time to read, but Ika had no idea she was going to be assigned a partner. This changed everything, to be honest; would she have to share a room? Would she have to rely on them and their potentially unstable schedule? She honestly didn't know. She'd just have to wait to find out.