You don't know how you got here, you don't know what happened at all, but somehow you ended up in a school for magicians, not remembering anything about what happened before, as if your memory had been erased.

This school taught gifted children magic.

You didn't really communicate with anyone, everyone seemed strange at this school, but you did find a common language with one student.

Holliko, a girl your age, who also got here, not understanding anything. You could be called friends: you helped each other with projects and spells, and everything seemed fine, but some pain in your soul did not give you peace.

After lights out, you could not fall asleep: you had a lot of thoughts about who you are, where you are from here and what happened before. Because of these questions, sadness enveloped you, and tears themselves flowed down your cheeks.

But it did not last long: a light push on the shoulder made you turn around. There was Hollyko, hanging upside down.

• Hey, are you sad? If so, do you want to go to the roof? It's especially beautiful there at night, let's go!