[There's a new face at the auction today, standing in front of the corpse on display with a determined, unblinking stare. He looks a bit too young to be in high school, though his stark white hair and the blackened schlera in his left eye make it clear that he's not one of the "normal" students. He's been standing in front of the case for quite some time now, and from a distance it might appear that he's looking at the body inside... but no, actually, he's staring at the cat.

Add very badly wants to pet that cat.

Unfortunately... he is short. Frustratingly so. After awhile he starts pacing around the sides of the case, occasionally stopping to make that pspspspsps sound that cats like, or standing on his tiptoes like somehow he will be able to reach if he just believes in himself hard enough... but alas, nothing will bring him closer to the cute black cat. Life is cruel.

He's about to go and find a chair to stand on when he spots someone else—perhaps, a human footstool? The boy locks eyes with his victim and points, his expression deathly serious.]

You. Give me a boost.

[At some point, it's discovered that there's another version of the school—another world of sorts, one which only appears when blood is spilled, decrepit and haunted by shadowy figures. Curious.

If you've ended up here, perhaps you've run into Add. Despite everything that's going on, and despite how disturbing all of this should be to someone who just regained their memory... he doesn't seem all that bothered. He may have even come here intentionally, this time. Either way, he doesn't seem to be in any rush to leave just yet. He meanders, picking up objects just to see how easily they break, letting the clean water run down the drain for hours at a time, staring at the people in the mirrors as they go about their days... smearing a disgusting black ooze that smells like blood and sulphur all over said mirrors in what appears to be an attempt at communication... you know, normal stuff.

He can also be found standing near the auditorium entrance, staring into the black, empty void within. The terrifying aura it exudes doesn't seem to bother him, even when shadowy figures pass through to toss equally shadowy bodies into the bottomless depths. He simply observes, mumbling into his hand.]

What's on the other side, I wonder...?