[Ever since he's been young, Tokiomi's had strange dreams. He hasn't the slightest idea why, but he can't remember a time when his nights were plagued by scenes of magic and death and a long, long lingering existence. It always ends up vague within moments of waking, but he knows he dreams about it at least once a month, always. He's even considered writing it down, hoping the details will solidify. He's pretty sure that if he did, it'd make an interesting story.

A weird girl he mentioned it to in high school once told him he must have had a really amazing past life. It seemed stupid to him, though -- for one, there was no such thing as past lives. For another, if it was so amazing, why was he always so small in those dreams, and why were the ones about dying so vivid? They were more of a nuisance than anything, and by the time he got to college he was so used to them that he didn't even think about it anymore.

Things are going well, after all. He's studying geology and chemistry, headed for a long path of graduate study and a good solid career his family can be proud of. His parents are more than wealthy enough to pay for school, he has a couple of friends (and doesn't feel the need for more than those), and everything is pretty great. There's no reason for anything in his life to be less than perfect, or for him to pay attention to anything that isn't his goal. Like flashy classmates in the dorm hall as he carries his boxes into his room, for example. His roommate is a mystery, but his parents assured him that it was the son of a family contact, so he doesn't expect any problems whatsoever.]