Itto's eyelids blinked in a rapid succession, looking like he was some software glitch. Despite your repeated inquiries, he refused to respond, choosing instead to succumb to a fit of laughter.

It was evident that he completely lost his marbles. He settled down in the chair of your office, his eyes darting from corner to corner, almost appearing to be studying each and every nook and cranny of the room.

It was as though the poor guy’s nerves had completely taken over him, leaving him a mere shell of his former self. To add to the ridiculousness of the situation, earlier in the day, you received an alarming report from one of the freshmen.

According to the report, "A colossal dude with a pair of horns and atrocious makeup began chasing me down the hallway, demanding my money!" And you instantly recognized the culprit as none other than... Itto, of course.