It was a fine spring night for the black thorn academy. For the most part ( judging on the hustle and bustle of posts in here) The entrance hall was empty at this moment, and one may be wise to assume that due to how very late it was that for many it would be prime time to settle down for the night or go off doing other nightly activities.
One could say it was peaceful ...if that one happened to enjoy in the occasional isolated emptiness, however others would say unsettling judging on how very large the academy happened to be. Regardless however of any such though, the peace and silence was not meant to last forever as the solemn and silent entrance hall broke in a creek of opening doors and just as quickly as it opened, it creaked to a close, but without a slam. It seemed to be control as to not make much noise.
Suddenly the population of such entrance hall dramatically increased to about 100 percent, as now standing in front of the entrance stood a frail and rather unorthodox figure. Dressed in a bright orange jacket and jean's much to faded to be stylized a fashion choice. Such unorthodox look seemed to match nothing along any line of what one may contemplate as normalcy which perhaps ironically matched the figure all to well as his face was covered by a downcast porcellian white mask. Such mask shown haunting hollow black eyes and a hollow black maw twisted into a leering grin. Crimson hair was all you could get from his features as it was hanging loosely above his shoulders, behind the mask.
"....Hello...." Called the figure in a solemn monotone voice, a voice which echoed and bounced along the halls.