A young teen opened the door into the empty cafe, glancing around with his head sticking out. The tables were pressed to the walls of the room, with the chairs stacked up at the ends of the tables. The floor had been recently cleaned, and tiny puddles could be seen under some tables. The large trash cans had been cleaned out and pushed against the walls. The boy emerged fully, revealing one of the newest students to the academy, Rhett Gordon. His dark blonde hair was slicked back, and his amber eyes flickered both around the room, and on the map in his hand. A bright yellow line was drawn on the paper, which was supposed to be his path to the dormitories. Well, it didn't help. Somehow, he had dropped both an open highlighter and the paper down a flight of stairs, causing random lines all over the map.
Rhett ran a hand across his hair and stared with annoyance at the now useless paper. "Great," he muttered to himself. A quick glance at his watch told him it was about nine at night. I won't get any sleep if this thing doesn't start being helpful. Crushing the map into a ball, he tossed it into a nearby trash can. "And it's getting too late for anyone to be wandering," the Initiate added out loud.