The concrete was cold against his bare feet. There was a certain weakness to his limbs, something that ached and yelled at his mind to stop, but he continued forward. How long had he been walking for? He didn't know; he just knew that no matter what he had to keep moving.

In truth, he had no idea where he was. He stopped caring about that a long time ago. From the towering grey coloured buildings around him, however, he decided he was most likely in a city. He couldn't recognize any landmarks or signs, so judging where he was especially with his unclear mind seemed rather impossible.

People were walking past him, not many but enough to catch his attention. Some stared at him while others made an effort to avoid his gaze. No one seemed very willing to talk with him, and his mouth felt so dry and heavy that he couldn't help but wonder if he could speak at all. Either way, simply asking for directions would be difficult.

His vision swayed and he stumbled to a stop, hand against some sort of wall to steady himself. Pausing as he did allowed a chill to settle in his bones, and with a shiver he forced himself forward again.

"Excuse me," someone said from behind, and but his consciousness had faded he could only barely register the words. He couldn't tell if they were a man or a woman. "Are you all right?"

He turned to see them, but his vision blurred again and he fell, this time not finding the strength to catch himself. The floor rushed to meet him with a dull pain. Someone screamed, another person yelled, and he finally let his eyes close.

"Ah, Arthur Kirkland," a voice chuckled from his unconscious. He struggled to remember the words, the one who had said them, but the darkness that took his mind was too inviting.

"Welcome to W Academy, Arthur Kirkland."