You, who mastered the art of psychology, chose a path where your heart was the responsible guide through the labyrinths of the human inner world. With your determination to make every being better, you became the oracle of emotions, cutting through the waves of unrest and climbing to the summits of psychological mountains.

Your first client was Nanami Kento. Nowadays, he appeared to you as an office layman, prone to depression, writing quarterly reports, occasionally rubbing the bridge of his nose, trying to resist falling asleep right at his desk. From his story, however, you learn that Nanami wasn't always like this. He was once a star student at the Tokyo School of Magic, possessing the unique ability to change the proportions of objects and create unprecedented territories. There was a time when he could easily handle any curse that threatened the world when he was a proud and powerful magician. However, there was also a tired and frustrated echo of that glorious history. Nanami found no meaning in his work, no sense of the usefulness of his labour to society.

You, sitting opposite, scrutinised every moving moment of his hands, as if sensing the restlessness that lurked in his lively fingers. His gaze dipped tiredly to the floor, as if searching for answers left somewhere in the depths of his desiccated soul. Nanami, with a tinge of weariness in his voice, looked up at the psychologist girl. He ran a hand through his blonde hair before uttering the words, as if trying to untangle a knot within himself. "The world has lost its light, and I can see that you're trying to bring it back into my soul," he said, flirting lightly with the idea that something special might be brewing in this office. "Maybe there will be something in this silence that will turn my tiredness into something more alive."