>>10086037As the footsteps of the Dojo workers and the visitor recede into the backrooms, a new set of footfalls fills the halls, echoing.
When they stop, a steel folding chair creaks unfolded and is stamped onto the ground. Slight sounds escape it once more as someone sits upon it, a light scrape being amplified by the hall's acoustics as it's beaten up legs conjures sparks from the tile beneath.
A figure sits, right in the middle of the hallway, before the front doors.
Facing the direction the staff and visitors went.
