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Staring at all the grossly unkempt features, Makoto felt particularly unnerved. Everything from the garden to the classrooms seemed so terribly in need of care. Makoto had kept up his mother's home for years and was very often complimented for being such a diligent worker when it came to such things. Before he was old enough to work, he even had a bit of a service going. He was no stranger to yard and house work, but he had no stake in this school. Why should he bother with the sweeping, dusting, repainting, and weeding? Just to name a few on a long list of things he saw needed fixing. 

[color=876C61][i]They should really hire someone,[/i][/color] he frowned. 

However, Makoto was far from being a germophobe and purged the issue from his mind as quickly as it had appeared in favor of blossoming curiosity. As persistently underwhelming as everything seemed, he had a feeling something strange was afoot. Unsure of whether or not this something was good or bad, he instinctively took a step back. Whatever was behind that door, he didn't want to be the first to fall victim to it.