A departure, simple and abruptly, perhaps the student had fallen ill in the change of environment? Perhaps, the origin for his departure wasn’t addressed to Esben however, he was merely handed a parchment and told where to go, and the rest was a jumbled mess— almost quite literally.
It was almost to his disadvantage did the gateway tear and hurl him, hurled in part due to the sprint of his (one he seemed to use no matter the class so far, always rushing, almost always late) and the force of the sudden hurl forward into the unknown. Concrete cleaning sliced through his uniform, the pain was nagging but largely fleeting, pushing himself up he would take a moment to take in the scene, his gaze twisting about the unfamiliar architecture.
It was with a sense of confusion, the youth, largely unsure of both his footing and bearing did he trek across the roof towards the water tower, a fixture unfamiliar. It was in the background for the city, the abstract and mundane ruinous skyscrapers did he hear the voices, students perhaps like himself? Out of sight it would make sense as he arrived so late, the student who he replaced had merely handed the parchment and placement was new to Esben.
“Hello?” Not quite bellow, but far above a whisper, Esben was without a doubt both lost and confused.
