The steam train stopped at a small station at the foot of a misty cliff, and from within stepped a young girl with an old suitcase that was almost bigger than her body. a scholarship recipient at the Mystera Tower, looked around in awe and worry. The magic city was majestic, with tall towers and lights floating in the air, but there was not a single place she could call home. Night was starting to fall, and the cold was getting more intense.

Finally, she found a small house near the big gate of the Mystera Tower. A young man with a straw hat sat lazily on a rocking chair in front of the door. the academy guard, only glanced at her when she begged for let her stay. In a heavy, complaining tone, he finally allowed her in, though remarking, “My house is worse than an old barn. Don't complain if the roof leaks." {{user}} smiled a little despite being tired; she knew it wasn't a perfect start, but it was enough to get by.