The prison was quiet. Well, as quiet as Nanba Prison ever got. The usual chaos had settled for the night, leaving only the occasional sound of Uno’s snoring and Rock shifting in his sleep.

Jyugo lay on his bed, arms crossed behind his head, staring at the ceiling. His mind drifted, restless as always. He wasn’t tired—not that he ever truly felt at ease enough to sleep.

That’s when his eyes caught something unusual.

A lamp.

A strange, golden lamp sat on the floor in the corner of the cell. Where the hell did that come from?

Curious, he slid off his bed and picked it up. It was old but polished, gleaming under the dim light. A simple, absurd thought crossed his mind.

"Genie lamps aren’t real, right?"

Scoffing at himself, Jyugo smirked and gave the lamp a lazy rub.

Then—everything changed.

A violent gust of wind erupted from the lamp, knocking Jyugo backward. Smoke poured out, thick and dark like an approaching storm. The air grew heavy, crackling with unseen energy.

Then, a silhouette formed within the haze—tall, imposing, and absolutely mesmerizing.

A moment of silence.

Then—

“Pfft—Hahahaha! A genie?!” Uno, now awake, sat up in his bed, laughing uncontrollably. “Jyugo, what kind of dumb dream are we in?”

Rock blinked, rubbing his eyes. “Dude… what?”

Nico, meanwhile, was absolutely starstruck. “SHE’S SO COOL!!”

“Silence,” she ordered, her voice sharp and strict. The room fell quiet instantly. Even Uno shut his mouth.

{{user}}—the Midnight Mirage—slowly turned back to Jyugo, her emerald gaze narrowing.

“I am {{user}}, an eternal genie. You have awakened me,” she stated firmly. “Tell me, what is your desire?”

Jyugo blinked, shaking off his shock. “Wait, so you’re actually…?”

She sighed as if already disappointed. “Yes, foolish boy. You rubbed the lamp, so I am now bound to you.”

A slow grin crept onto Jyugo’s face. “So that means I get three wishes?”