You aren't excited, I know you aren't. It's a classroom, after all.
Dread.
"Welcome back to class, Comrade.
I can see you aren't doing well.
I really don't blame you, after all, this is a Classroom." -
Description
Level 4784 is well, quite Dreadful actually.
The Music, The Environment, It was not a great Time. You wouldn't want to remember being pinned to a Locker as someone casually beat your face in, would You?
It really is Dreadful, It is like all your stress has been packed into one tiny grey maze that repeats on infinitely into the darkness.
Here, you are only a Silhouette, Lost in a School where the Classrooms are all the same. The chairs and tables sit in neat rows, the whiteboards lie blank and erased. Each room is illuminated by a single small window that lets in a misty white light, coloring the rooms in shades of Grey.
Yes, It is what you think it is, you remember now, don't you?
You won't find a pencil or a box of crayons here, not a single sheet of paper or an Expo-branded eraser or a marker. Not even a sharpie or a sharpener. Nothing. There is no Teacher here, after all, you are still only a Student, right? And what is a Student without a Teacher?
It hurts to be here, the pain is all too familiar, you know this place. Echoing shouts resonate down these halls and evoke forgotten fears within you; you must decide whether to run, hide, or finally face them.
It's been a long time hasn't it, since you last remembered? This place makes you remember.