Pushing through the foul foliage takes you into the dance studio, which is surprisingly pristine though one of the wall mirrors is shattered. A single branch, heavy with blue seeds, pokes in through the dance studio's open door. The spring floor is unrolled, putting a slight bounce in your step that doesn't quite feel right given the circumstances. A few vines creep up the walls, but the lack of damage to this room makes everything outside of it feel all the worse.

Your friends are in here. You can feel them.