[Prospero train station. A quietness has settled, with the place not as buzzing with activity as it would in the afternoon, as the next train pulls in to deliver the next set of passangers. Among them, a boy stops to look at his map. Dark clothing, face partially obscured from his hair fringe, slouched forward, hand in his pocket, expressionless - it's easy to miss him save for the music blaring from his headphones.
That is until the clock strikes twelve, when it stops.]
[Did the batteries die? is his first thought. He looks up and sees the lights have died out also, and coffins have apparently replaced the crowd he was in, leaving only him standing out.
Weird. He sighs, and walks out heedless of these changes. Whatever happened, it could wait until he gets to the dorm.]
[Out in the streets, he sees more of the same coffins lining the deserted city. Nothing looks familiar, even with the map.]
I should be there by now.
[He hasn't realized yet that this isn't Tatsumi Port Island. Nor the communication device in his unoccupied pocket. Care to help a clueless boy out?]