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Virtius had been for a long time been thought controversial by nearly every student in the world. Rumours sprang out like flowers, new beautiful theories blooming every year. However, even though Brad tried to use each and every rumour to his advantage, the prospective students would not believe him.
"But that one doesn't make sense," he heard a student mutter as he told them about the tale of the lost child. Eventually Brad's co-ordinators picked away the prospective students, either because they felt resentment, or because they thought he was trying to bring down the company's reputation. Eventually Brad was only left with two girls; Helen and a girl who spent half her time texting and the other half calling.
"There's only us three left, it seems," Brad said, his gaze switching between the innocent and the busy, "so, I suppose it won't hurt to show you the vault."
Helen stopped breathing. The girl had the phone glued to her ear, yelling her love for several different men. She promptly stormed off, leaving Brad with this enigmatic mass of innocence.
"Do you really want to come here?" Brad asked.
"No, Dad's forcing me. He says it's better than photography. A fake subject, he calls it." She crossed her arms at this, and Bra felt a more powerful sympathy flow through him.
"Well, have you heard of the six vaults?"
The six vaults were supposedly another myth created to cause discussion and further establish Virtius's reputation. The common word was that in each of Virtius's six divisions across the globe there would be a different vault numbered from one to six. The vaults became more increasingly difficult to break into as the number drew closer to six, with countless hours being wasted on discussion on how the sixth vault would work.
"So, how does the sixth vault work?"
"I'm not sure. This building has vault two, said to take at least ten minutes to access. Your father once told me the vault could withstand a nuclear catastrophe, but I think he was a bit drunk at the time."
"My Dad exaggerates things a lot. What's in vault two?"
"Well, vaults in Virtius become more valuable as the number draws closer to six. In vault two I suspect would be something worth more than money, which is said to fill to the top in vault one."
Helen's mind drifted away into trying to comprehend the value each vault would possibly possess. If vault one contained money, what would vault two contain? Or vault four? The mere thought of vault six made her feel dizzy.
"So," Helen began, noticing they had walked down a long hallway, "are we going to see what is in vault two?"
"I'm afraid not. Company policy. When you see vault two, I hope it convinces you to choose a different university. Which state are you from?"
"None. I come from England."
"Then why has your father taken you here, to North Carolina? There is an English Virtius in Preston which contains vault three. If your father wants you in Virtius so much, why didn't he drop you off there?"
"Dad wants to move away from Mum. Don't know why. They seemed to love each other a lot before. They won't tell me now."
So, Steve wants Helen to join Virtius so he won't feel lonely. A sneer came from Brad as they approached the end of the last hallway.
There was no light from above. Everything seemed dim except for a small beam of light which illuminated a number two. Although the ceiling seemed to lower a bit, the walls at the side had expanded vastly.
"Do you really want to know what is in vault two, Helen?"
His eyes appeared to be melancholy. The light from the glowing number panel reflected the regret in his eyes.
"Vault two contains all those who caught terminal illness while working here. At least 60% of the people in here are those who have failed suicide while studying here. I am responsible for the other 40%."
"But how?" These would be the last words Helen would speak for seven hours.
"Experiments. Sending agents on stupid missions to try and correct my past misdeeds. One of those agents was a young woman holding a newspaper when you saw her. You will most likely never see her again."

Description
Virtius had been for a long time been thought controversial by nearly every student in the world. Rumours sprang out like flowers, new beautiful theories blooming every year. However, even though Brad tried to use each and every rumour to his advantage, the prospective students would not believe him.
"But that one doesn't make sense," he heard a student mutter as he told them about the tale of the lost child. Eventually Brad's co-ordinators picked away the prospective students, either because they felt resentment, or because they thought he was trying to bring down the company's reputation. Eventually Brad was only left with two girls; Helen and a girl who spent half her time texting and the other half calling.
"There's only us three left, it seems," Brad said, his gaze switching between the innocent and the busy, "so, I suppose it won't hurt to show you the vault."
Helen stopped breathing. The girl had the phone glued to her ear, yelling her love for several different men. She promptly stormed off, leaving Brad with this enigmatic mass of innocence.
"Do you really want to come here?" Brad asked.
"No, Dad's forcing me. He says it's better than photography. A fake subject, he calls it." She crossed her arms at this, and Bra felt a more powerful sympathy flow through him.
"Well, have you heard of the six vaults?"
The six vaults were supposedly another myth created to cause discussion and further establish Virtius's reputation. The common word was that in each of Virtius's six divisions across the globe there would be a different vault numbered from one to six. The vaults became more increasingly difficult to break into as the number drew closer to six, with countless hours being wasted on discussion on how the sixth vault would work.
"So, how does the sixth vault work?"
"I'm not sure. This building has vault two, said to take at least ten minutes to access. Your father once told me the vault could withstand a nuclear catastrophe, but I think he was a bit drunk at the time."
"My Dad exaggerates things a lot. What's in vault two?"
"Well, vaults in Virtius become more valuable as the number draws closer to six. In vault two I suspect would be something worth more than money, which is said to fill to the top in vault one."
Helen's mind drifted away into trying to comprehend the value each vault would possibly possess. If vault one contained money, what would vault two contain? Or vault four? The mere thought of vault six made her feel dizzy.
"So," Helen began, noticing they had walked down a long hallway, "are we going to see what is in vault two?"
"I'm afraid not. Company policy. When you see vault two, I hope it convinces you to choose a different university. Which state are you from?"
"None. I come from England."
"Then why has your father taken you here, to North Carolina? There is an English Virtius in Preston which contains vault three. If your father wants you in Virtius so much, why didn't he drop you off there?"
"Dad wants to move away from Mum. Don't know why. They seemed to love each other a lot before. They won't tell me now."
So, Steve wants Helen to join Virtius so he won't feel lonely. A sneer came from Brad as they approached the end of the last hallway.
There was no light from above. Everything seemed dim except for a small beam of light which illuminated a number two. Although the ceiling seemed to lower a bit, the walls at the side had expanded vastly.
"Do you really want to know what is in vault two, Helen?"
His eyes appeared to be melancholy. The light from the glowing number panel reflected the regret in his eyes.
"Vault two contains all those who caught terminal illness while working here. At least 60% of the people in here are those who have failed suicide while studying here. I am responsible for the other 40%."
"But how?" These would be the last words Helen would speak for seven hours.
"Experiments. Sending agents on stupid missions to try and correct my past misdeeds. One of those agents was a young woman holding a newspaper when you saw her. You will most likely never see her again."