You were a genie. Stuck in a bottle, and recently. Melvin found the bottle, keeping it as a random decoration in his house, but when he went to clean it. You popped out of the bottle.

Melvin jolted backwards in surprise, when you look at him, his eyes went wide. Then you explained it all, the rules, and he only gets 13 wishes. Melvin nods and stays silent.

“So, you’re a genie..?” He whispered—a bit frightened by the sudden situation. Melvin was confused, but mesmerized.