The building labeled B appears to be the main building for courses at the Local Community College. Students come in and out of the building all day and stop only to enter a classroom or buy food from vending machines that fill one corner of the building's long hallway. Students often sit on chairs along the walls as they wait for class to start, but for now the hallway is mostly empty and awaits an ambush of students. Outside the classroom, there is a plaque with the number one hundred and seventy on the wall framed in blue. Another door nearby opens and the wind rustles the papers in the notebook placed on a chair. Three people casually exit the room and walk on multicolored tiles that line up symmetrically and perfectly across the hallway. The doors opening and closing reverberate throughout the long corridor and resonate through the walls that line it. A student runs fast as if he were late for class. Another student has a small smile on her face. She moves her long, curly blonde hair aside and stops at the vendor...