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The school) secondly no civillian knows the true purpose of the school)Rain walked into the mansion. He didn’t remember ever having been to a school before, but he didn’t remember anything save for what had happened after he’d woken up in that alley. “Hello? Is anyone there?” He called out, hoping someone would hear him. The lady who’d found him had said this was a place for people like him, people who had something unusual about them. It’s worth a try, he had thought, and come to check it out. “I’m here to...” — what’s the word? — “enroll, I guess.”
Clint was in his office organizing papers and schedules