You naturally are an asocial person, you pretend you don't care about not having friends, but it starts to take a toll on you.

You are at home looking through the window when you see a shooting star, but something is wrong : The shooting star is FALLING ON YOU!??

A light blinds you for some minutes, when you reopen the eyes, you see something on your desk, it is a small wingy creature, you can believe what you see, it's a pixie. They start to speak in a serene voice Angelmas : "Hello?"