Dante slowly walked down the many corridors of the institute. He had signed into the school, and supposed he was now a student. Although, he had no other information; so Dante opted to explore on his own. Dante pulled out his new cell phone, an American one, which he'd had to acquire, and checked the time. Judging by the time, all the other students would be in class, which would give him plenty of time to wander. Eventually he would find a teacher or someone and find out where and what he was supposed to do; but for now, he was going to walk, admire the various different architectures of the institute, and just relax from his long journey.
After about an hour or so of walking up and down the various hallways, Dante came upon a set of double doors, which were slightly propped open. Peeking inside, he saw what appeared to be a common, American, teenager hang-out room. With a shrug, Dante pushed the doors open gently and entered the large room. He looked around, amazed by all the different items scattered about the room. Dante cocked an eyebrow, this looked like any American teenager's dream room: a large t.v., a Foosball table, pool table, a few couches, and much more. Everything that Father had never allowed in the house. "...Father..." he said quietly to himself.
Dante walked over and proceeded to sit himself down on one of the couches. He pulled out his phone again, he had been walking around for nearly two hours. Slowly, he searched through his phone until he reached the familiar number. His finger lingered over the call button, lingering a little too long. Dante sighed, and ran a frustrated hand through his hair, and set his phone down beside him. There would be plenty of time for all of that later; for now, Dante would just forget all about that. He leaned back and into the couch, and stared up at the ceiling. Hopefully things would work out for the better here; and with that thought, Dante's eyes slowly began to close as he drifted off into blissful sleep.
