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[indent][h3][i][color=608da2]Alumni[/color] of the Shirubashedo Academy dead from suicide, Fourth one this week.[/i][/h3][/indent]
	The newscaster from the tv reported while Fubuki had stopped for lunch at a nearby venue. The fried chicken here was remarkably good considering the price and so Fubuki came here almost every day. 

[i][color=acc8d7]Man, this school is so cursed. The poor publicity is bringing the cost of tuition down though. Dang, people are dying and I think about how this will save me money... I swear, any broker and my personality will just be poverty.[/color][/i]

Fubuki finished his food and began to head back to campus, his two early morning classes were out of the way, but he still had his two midday lectures and then his late night lecture. As he walked, he realized that he spent too long eating and needed to rush, choosing a back alley for a shortcut.

He'd taken this route many times, but things were different today. It was like everyone had decided to refurbish their mirrors on the same day. Fubuki's pace quickened, both because he was in a rush and because he saw shapes moving within the mirrors and began assuming he was being followed. Once he reached a spot out of eyesight, Fubuki spun around ready for a conflict.

Nobody was there. Just a cold breeze that sent shivers down his spine. Paranoia was getting to him, and the weird events of today weren't helping. Fubuki turned back around to continue when he saw it, plain as a day. There was a deer, standing in one of the mirrors where his reflection should be. Just like what he thought he saw in the reflection of his computer screen earlier today. Fubuki approached the mirror, but as he reached out to touch it, [b]the deer smiled[/b]. A toothy grin with a mouth full of fangs, dripping with blood.

With a swift kick, Fubuki shattered it, glass spilling onto the ground. The pieces showing many broken reflections of the shaken man, but no deer.

[i]"Hey, what's going on back here?!"[/i] 

An elderly gentleman yelled into the alley from his back door. Fubuki scrambled away before he could be noticed and surrendered his shortcut the moment he could get back on the main road back to campus. That would be enough mirrors for today.
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Returning to campus, Fubuki rushed into the building and up the stairs to his next lecture, making it with seconds to spare. He took his seat, pulled out his computer, and began to inspect it for any oddities or deer reflections before turning it on. 

Fubuki could hardly focus, the image of that deer stuck in his head. The grotesque smile, the predatory gaze, dye it red and have it stand on two legs and it would look like western depictions of the devil. [i][color=acc8d7]Devil? Like the dream. What on earth did I make a deal with? What does it want from me?"[/color][/i] 

[b]Crack[/b]

The teacher had smacked a ruler into his desk. "Mr. Hanzai, are you with us?" The class turned to look at him, and some immediately looked away again knowing his reputation. Fubuki froze, trying the remember if he was being asked a question prior to the sound of the ruler. "Mr. Hanzai?!"

[color=608da2]"Y-Yeah, sorry. I'm with you."[/color]