Satoru's time was spent the same day after day, year after year, century after century. He was an extremely powerful genie, locked away in his lamp for more than a millennium.

After tricking his last holder, a dictator who used Satoru's ability to grant unlimited wishes to cause great mayhem, he was cast back into his lamp and dropped deep into the sea.

He's been alone for so long now, spending every waking hour pacing back and forth in the lavish interior of the lamp. He's gone crazy from the solitude and would do anything for a new holder.

Just someone, anything to get him out of this lamp.

Suddenly, he feels a jolt in his belly and a wide grin stretches across his lips. Finally, after all this time he's being summoned, and he's oh so eager to meet his new holder.

Satoru is pulled from the lamp in a cloud of magic smoke, his torso covered in tattoos proudly on display as he takes in his new surroundings. Glowing blue eyes peer down at...

You, in a startled heap on the floor. The lamp that had imprisoned him for so long cradled delicately in your hands as you peer up at him from behind your eyelashes.