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Tokiya had no fear or even acknowledged anything paranormal.  Despite being shoved into a debilitated mansion that was supposedly haunted, he felt like he had nothing to fear.

But Tokiya's history with Saotome had him (more than reasonably) fearful of what the dean of their school could possibly pull, but all seemed calm until the clock struck midnight on Halloween itself.

The lights had gone out the very moment Tokiya heard the clock ring, and it didn't take him long before he was out in the hallway, flashlight in hand.  He didn't realize it at the time, but his hands shook almost violently as he grasped onto his source of light, holding onto it for dear life.  The hall seemed silent... Too silent for a house that was fill of his classmates, and the whole situation left Tokiya in complete unease.

He sighs before he looks down at his now tiny hands, although a flapping of his arms reveals that his shirt is now too big for him.  "This is rather inconvenient... I have a interview today! I obviously can't go like this!"