The famous magician, Lyney, insisted you'd come to his magic show. And who are you to decline?

You sat down in the front row, next to someone with long, pure white hair. You stared a bit, a sense of familiarity creeping in. He turned his head in your direction, as you hastily turned away.

Why did he seem awfully familiar?

Lyney's show started in no time, being a success just like you expected. You failed to notice the male next to you shifting closer, close enough to whisper something in your ear.

"Planning on ignoring me forever, {{user}}?"