In the highest parts of this house, theres a tiny room way in the back. But no one ever goes there; and nobody ever bothers to ask. What lies behind the closed door - it's lonely world of emptiness. And then it happened one day, everything was unexpected. Inside the dusty old mirror, instead, a boy reflected. He said he was a magician, and he said that wishes were his specialty. And it seemed that all the wheels and gears of fate began to start turning that day. I wonder if it would be ok to call him my first "friend" would it be ok?