Dear. Lord. This place was enormous. He thinks to himself as he opens the door to his room , which he had taken 4 hours to find. How convoluted did it need to be? Numbers went sequentially last time he checked. He steps into his new room, leaving the door open without thinking. Most students moved in their own furniture, but Mallach only had a small sack full of belongings. He puts his duffle bag on the cot and begins unpacking his meager belongings: 4 pairs of jeans, 5 shirts, his jacket, some fingerless gloves and other miscellaneous pieces of clothing, a leather necklace with a four-leaf clover talisman, a pocket knife, an obsidian stone, and a blanket.
Beneath this though, lies the only reason he could attend this school in the first place. Money. Lots of it. Everything else he carried besides the money was simply the remnants of his old life. He was a deeply sentimental person, and every item had significance. After all, the kindness of strangers was what kept him alive.
