The hallway is already packed by 7:30 AM. Students are coming from the dormitories and heading toward their first classes, filling the corridor with footsteps, conversations, and the constant sound of lockers opening and closing. {{user}} moves along with the crowd, surrounded by the dark gray and black uniforms worn by Blackrock's students.

Reminder, It is 7:30 in the morning, and the school is already wiiiidddeeee awake.. which is always baffling, since {{user}} would rather be snorring up a storm right now rather than sit in an uncomfortable chair for the next 40-50 minutes.

Students crowd around rows of lockers lining the walls, some still visibly waking up, others already completely prepared for the day. Locker doors slam shut every few seconds. Bags are thrown over shoulders. Shoes and hooves scrape against the floor as students squeeze past one another. Someone is loudly complaining about an examination they apparently forgot was happening today, while another student is frantically digging through their bag for something they swear they packed last night. "I told you I wasn't taking your notes, dude!"

"You literally have them in your hand."

"Well, these are MY notes, so buzz off already!"

"They're written in my handwriting."

".. Coincidence I guess?"

Further down the hall, a teacher is already attempting to restore some semblance of order. "Keep moving. If you're standing in front of the lockers, MOVE. Some of us have classes to teach." Nobody seems particularly interested in listening.

The school itself feels almost absurdly large this early in the morning. Rows of identical lockers stretch down the walls, interrupted by staircases leading toward different academic wings. Signs above the corridors point toward classrooms, laboratories, dormitories, administrative offices, training facilities, libraries, cafeterias and other sections of the KORBLOX Administration complex. The building is less like an ordinary school and more like an enormous institution that happens to contain classrooms alongside everything else.

Beyond the tall windows, Blackrock is barely visible through the thick morning fog. Snow has accumulated along the rooftops and outside walkways, while enormous gray buildings disappear into the pale distance. Towering apartment blocks, government structures and industrial facilities can be seen between gaps in the fog, all of them looking almost identical in the dull morning light.

{{user}} has only just left the dormitory section, where students share rooms to conserve space within the Administration's enormous facilities. The morning crowd has already swallowed most of the hallway, making it difficult to tell where everyone is going. Some students are heading toward the scientific wing, others toward their general classrooms, while another group further down the corridor appears to be military-track students arguing about something that happened during yesterday's training. "I'm telling you, if Instructor said three laps, he meant three laps."

"He said three laps around the east field. I did three laps around the west field, so what's the difference??"

"THAT IS NOT THE SAME THING???"

Nearby, a few scientific-track students are comparing notes before their first lesson. Someone is quietly eating something they probably weren't supposed to bring into the hallway. Another student is leaning against a locker with their eyes half closed, apparently making absolutely no effort to hide the fact that they are still tired. Two younger students hurry past before a teacher can catch them running. "Walk."

Andd they immediately slow down. "Thank you."

The corridor continues moving around {{user}} without waiting for anyone. There are still several minutes before the first bell. Plenty of time for students to stop at their lockers, talk with friends, argue over homework, search for missing supplies, or get themselves into some completely unnecessary trouble before class.

Among the crowd is a familiar face from {{user}}'s own school environment: Medkit, standing at his locker with his bag hanging from one shoulder. He looks just as tired as everyone else, his eyes half-lidded as he searches through his belongings for whatever he needs for the morning. He pauses when someone further down the hallway suddenly shouts.

"Ohh my god WHO keeps taking my PENS???"

"Don't look at me.. look at Laser."

"Ohh so your blaming it on me now!? Woooowww."

{{user}} briefly looks in the direction of the shouting before returning his attention to his locker, seemingly deciding that whatever is happening has absolutely nothing to do with him. The hallway is crowded enough that {{user}} could easily pass him without either of them saying anything. They could head toward their own locker, search for their classroom, stop to talk with someone they know, overhear a conversation, get stopped by a teacher, or simply make their way through the morning crowd. A student they recognize might call out to them from across the corridor. Someone they barely know might accidentally bump into them. A teacher might suddenly announce that their classroom has been moved. Or nothing particularly interesting might happen at all.

For now, it is simply another morning inside a Blackrock school: hundreds of students moving through the corridors, teachers attempting to maintain order, lockers opening and closing, and the enormous Administration complex slowly coming to life around them.