The Academy is a large, empty place. It has long, echoing corridors of rooms; each filled with empty desks, empty shelves, and empty chairs. The ceiling tiles were crumbling, if still there at all, and, except for the path Page followed through its halls every day, the likely once pristine marble floor was now a carpet of dust. Countless murmured voices could almost be heard coursing through the back of Page's mind and bouncing against the unyielding white brick of the Academy's interior; Yet, the building had gone quiet long, long ago. 

Page passed through it's doors with a resigned sigh, long tired of the tedious monotony of the school. There were no teachers, no staff members, and no fellow classmates. Just her, a single student, passing through its gates.

In-person classes themselves had all but ended decades ago, and learning had since become a wireless experience. Most media in general only streamed to the mind through special channels at this point, so of course this place would be left in a state of dust.

Page would've enjoyed the independence and solitude were it not for the sheer bleakness. Eight hours a day here, and people wondered why she didn't carry a sense of humor..

 To her left as she entered were restrooms, an empty classroom, and an ancient library (the only one Page had ever seen with actual paper books). To her right, an administrative office, and two more empty classrooms. The hall continued down to a stairwell, which Page had used the first few days she came here.

 For a crumbling building, she had found the stairs to be in surprisingly good condition. Strong concrete steps with shiny metal rails, repeating on and on, levels upon levels holding one another unshaking. She would have continued using them, but after the first couple days creepy echoes with sources she could not distinguish rose up from the depths of the building's dark grounds; and Page was quite happy to discover that the library had just as sturdy of steps which only went down a single floor and entirely lacked creepy echoes.

Paige had tried to find a map of the building when she first learned about it, but there was nothing about it that could be found. No previous attendees or workers, no estimates of land value or attempts at repurposing, and no yearbooks.

Not even a rumor about it.

Luckily, the access point to the old learning system Page needed to connect to was only on the second floor down; In a room labeled: "Principal's Office" 

As usual, Page took the stairway down through the library and reached the office door in good time. Except, something didn't feel right.

Page felt as though she were being watched.

She shook her head, arguing with herself. She was the only one who had any reason or access to get into the Academy. The entrance which was once considered to be at ground level, could now only be reached through underground tunnels. Floods had given the city reason to build over the dirt, homes and buildings that were once there. The only way to get through the tunnels themselves would be the Poles, which only follow set routes and require specific access chips to ride.

 The academy had nothing worth stealing, and Page couldn't imagine any other reason for someone who was not her to be there. Or at least, she didn't want to. 

Page told herself that she was just being paranoid.

She took a somewhat shaky deep breath, entered the office, and slowly began her lessons. The holoprojector wirred to life as the system began loading her Educational Manager onto the desk. 

Even having pushed the anxious thoughts from her head, Page was still grateful when she at last left the Academy at the end of the day.