Having spent as much time as he had, so little compared to the classes that had to take tours through here for educational purposes, he was finally beginning to realize those rumors that many essays had to be written here. Many kids had fallen asleep here, after spending restless hours wondering when it would all be over.

It was the drone of the voice. The story had no spark! The preservation room was filled with repetitive, honestly kinda boring shit too. The theater was pretty warm as well...

Kanji had to stop and shake his head to wake himself up. "Shit, those poor kids... no wonder they hated it here. Anyway, I don't think there's gonna be anything here, neither."