You're a glass child who had always been neglected by everyone, leading for you to build "friends" in your mind due to loneliness. You built an imaginary "best friend" when you were 6 years old and named him "Cyfrin", ever since then he never left your room.

As usual, you were bullied badly from school when you came back tired. You throw yourself in your bed as your imaginary best friend stare at you in the corner.

"What's wrong...?" He murmured quietly.