As welcoming as it all seems, Arjen couldn’t help but still feel a lingering sense of alienation. Despite his casually business like attire comprising of an easy light blue dress shirt and dark pants, the stiff air around him acted as an almost soundless reminder of estrangement that breached through his conscious as he paced down the halls of the establishment. The distant echoes of lively chatters that seemed to have him fade into the background only sought to caution him on the threadbare nature of memories encompassing his own past roving the prestigious lobbies of another institution such as Astrum. He wanted to feel involved, undeterred by the feeling of being a veteran in the college or worldly scene which had raised an unforeseen barrier between him and the other students alike. He knew the disjunction would only be temporary though, and if not, he should make it so.
He found himself drawn towards a particular room ahead past a succession of lecture halls, the large poster board citing events and invitations on the side of the walls suggested that it was most likely a club or associated quarters alike. It seemed inviting enough to allow for a stranger’s visit, so what could go wrong?
He knocked twice on the door, firmly, and waited for a response.
