"Ah~"
At ten o'clock at night, inside a dilapidated residential building in Blank District, Sally, whose hair seemed perpetually messy, sat tensely on her bed in a small yet cozy room by the window, seemingly waiting for something. Suddenly, at that moment, she felt a burning sensation on her chest.
Sally instinctively let out a cry of alarm, then quickly pulled out the source, a small iron piece.
Before she could reveal a look of joy on her face, a knock came at the door, accompanied by a rough and forceful voice.
"Sally, haven't you gone to bed yet? What happened?"
"Nothing, Mom, just accidentally hit the corner of the table, going to sleep now."
Sally quickly responded.
As she listened to her mother's departing footsteps, a familiar voice from the small piece of iron penetrated her ears.
The owner of the voice was her only friend now.
And yesterday, it was he who suddenly showed her a mysterious world.
Now, he was giving her a "mystic education."
