"And here I thought everyone would be in class like good little students," offered an amused chuckle from the otherwise silent hallway, "Is it too much to ask for a few hours of decent sleep?"

Hair with a brilliant poppy hue was the only splash of color within Matthew's sight. It was a man. One singular man covered by no more than a pair of tattered jeans and some ink. He casually leaned against a wall and took a drag of his cigarette. Eyes, the color and nature of which Shy wouldn't be able to remember, give the dark haired boy a long look-over.

"So do you want to explain to me why all the door frames have mirrors in them? What gives?" He gave Shy a questioning look, as if he should know all the answers to his own unconscious mind.

"This one's all I showed up with, but you're welcome to it," said the bright-haired male, extending his arm to offer the cigarette, white smoke gently rising, "Lord knows it won't do me any good now anyway."

The ginger just smirked at the questions thrown his way. "You'd know better than me; I got here the same time you did, but I'm just visiting."

From the corner of their eyes, each would be able to see movement in the reflective surfaces. Shadows. Flickers. Malicious gazes from looming faces vanishing after a swift moment.

"Oh fuck this," the stranger huffed, unceremoniously dropping the cigarette (if it not already been taken), "Alright, no, I already don't like which direction this is going--"

Before he could complete his thought, a feminine shriek forced its way down the hallway, shattering many of the mirrors in an explosive fashion. Shards sliced through the air and the shadowy movements slipped from their glassy prisons. The ginger quickly wrapped himself around the shorter male, toned chest pressed firmly against his back, to shield him from the reflective blades.

Their closeness allowed the man to audibly whisper. "I'm not usually so forward about this... but you really need to wake up."