42 And you Are....?{Edited}

A young man with ink-black hair, like a raven's wing, and piercing ruby eyes hurried down the brightly lit hallway.

A bandage, worn like a faded headband, circled his head, a stark contrast to the crisp white t-shirt he wore beneath a red-and-white striped pair of pants.

His academy blazer, emblazoned with the prestigious Military Academy emblem, hung loosely on his frame. Hands shoved deep in his pockets, his mind raced, a whirlwind of disjointed thoughts and unsettling images.

It was Ryan, and he was currently headed for the dormitory.

He had been discharged from the infirmary after confirmed to be in good condition, but he was still given the day off as the lessons were already underway.

So right now he was an an enormous building which was built with the sole purpose of housing the students of the prestigious academy.

He stepped in the hallway and he suddenly remembered something.

He had no idea were his dorm was.

"Fuck,"