Buji followed Instructor sheepishly behind as they traveled the path of the dimly lit corridors that led to a large building. Buji couldn't tell what it was with Instructor Hay's demeanor tonight. Unlike other times, it felt different, serious, and almost… purposeful.
They got to a door etched with faint symbols. Instructor Hay pulled out the key to the door's lock from his pocket and unlocked the door, allow it to swing open silently. Buji hesitated, but Hay's hand gesticulation urged him to move forward.
Buji came into the office to observe that it was surprisingly orderly, not like he had expected for a personality like Instructor Hay. Shelves lined by the corner of the walls were stacked with books. The books were comparatively in order.
'Maybe chronological order,' Buji thought recklessly. He thought that Instructor Hay can easily dictate that any of his was missing from its arrangement.