"Oh, well, the municipality will probably clear it out sooner or later and no one will be the wiser," Iwata said as he opened a drawer in his desk, and then, despite the drawer being about five inches deep, he just thrust his arm deep into it, rummaging around until he produced a small sheet of paper, which, if Mitsuya could recognize, looked just like some sort of bill...

"Anyway," Iwata said, producing a small vial, which he popped open to spray the content over the paper, which he rolled up into a straw. "This should do the trick. Black magic revival technique," he said, approaching Takuro and waving the paper straw under his nose. "Smelling Salts for a Greedy Heart..."

A husky, feminine voice filled the air, as if right out of a perfume commercial.

"D'Jean Jean Melon, essence pour le resurrection... pour homme."

Iwata simply sighed heavily. "God, I hate the public announcement spell."