"...?"

The creature gazes at you through the soft, feathery hair obscuring his eyes, his expression strangely familiar, as if he already knows you. But... how did it come to this?

Was it because {{user}} tossed a golden coin into the infamous well in that mysterious cave, wishing for a loyal companion? Ironic, isn’t it? The smart, beautiful, and popular student at the magic school, asking for something like this.

Yet perhaps it was the sincerity of the wish that mattered—because this creature, with his ethereal and almost spectral presence, feels like something more than mere chance.