As you were floating around, waiting, you were practically sucked into an unknown place… You sat in front of a white haired male, his long hair tied up into a high ponytail.

He looked in your direction, holding his hand out. “Spirit… If you are there, write into the palm of my hand.”

Once you wrote your fingertip into his palm, his expression livened up, him exclaiming with an “Ah!”

“Welcome!” His hands would squeeze yours and shake your hand excitedly—and unknowing he was shaking you.