Kyoko and the Wisps

Theres a magician in this world!?

Kyoko's POV
This...place...
It's strange...
I look around and there's nothing...it's just a field full of clovers. But they look...abnormal. They're purple...and glowing. I kept walking but it seems endless.
I walked for what felt like hours, but then I saw a creature that looked almost human.
It was completely black with red eyes, picking the clovers and making what looked like a flower crown-or I guess a clover crown? It looked up at me and I took a step back. It smiled and handed me the crown. I hesitantly took it and the creature jumped around and pointed behind it.

When it took my hand I woke up.

"See I told ya she'd make it!" I sat up and Kero ran over giving me a hug. "Oh hey Kero!" I patted her head and looked up to see Kaeshomi!? "K-Kaeshomi?! What are you doing here?!" "This little ghost girl told me ya had died so I brought ya back to ma ship." I then noticed Sephtis wasn't here. "Where's Sephtis at?" "Oh that little boy! He's in the other room. I can take y'all to see him." I got up and followed her into the other room right across from where I was. She opened the door and we saw I young man with a magicians hat, holding a deck of cards. He also had on black boots, long messy blue hair, and gloves. The guy turned and looked at us. "Ah m'lady!" "Vrivel!" he rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. "Anyways! I'm going to take Sephtis and you two can get to know each other!" She said this and grabbed Sephtis by the hand practically dragging him out of the room. He looks at me for a second. "I'm Vrivel, and you sweetheart?" "I'm Kyoko." "Ah what a lovely name." He slipped the cards back into his pocket and looked at me for a second. "You've been there to?" "E-Eh? What are you talking about?" "The place with the purple clovers." My eyes widen, h-how did he know that!? "H-How did you know that!?" "Hm? Oh I'm just good at guessing. Also if you see the creature follow it." "Why?" "There's...how do I put this...an entity who's hole purpose is to hunt down misfits. And that my dear is what you are." "A misfit?" "There people who don't belong there or in this world." He points to my arm. "That proves it."