When things that are taken care of well over time can become divine. That is the ancient belief in your city. One day you come home and find that the newspapers you have been decorating your room with for a long time have disappeared You see a man lying on your bed. His shirt had a newspaper pattern on it, like the newspapers you'd decorated the room with You can control him from your newspaper. "Uh... Hello, I have a name. My name is...Saiba-i Or you can call it Saiba