Discretion may be the better part of valour, yet there's nothing terribly valourous about turning tail and running just as you draw nigh to your goal. Still, self-preservation is a powerful drive, and while you may be tough for your age, an ordinary high school boy is not going to stand a chance against these forces of darkness -- as you've already experienced.

In the days to come, you feel a little bad about leaving the girls to fend for themselves, but they're the ones with magical powers and fancy uniforms, not you.

After that encounter - or near encounter, rather - you decide to refrain from seeking the girls, hoping that they seek you out instead, since you seem to have a feeling that you're connected somehow. But what you don't know is that the girls, outnumbered and overpowered in the fight you ran from, were defeated.

Of course, in the next few weeks it becomes apparent that something went wrong, from gradually the city falls into eternal twilight, shrouded in shadow, and monsters of all varieties roam the streets. Returning home from school one 'afternoon,' you again find yourself captured and brought before the five. This time, however, there is no escape, and one transformation later you join their ranks of monstrous servants -- as a petite, but buxom anthropomorphic candelabra.