Library

Dark feathers fall in the long corridor, and the bell rings in the middle of the night-- A ghostly image appeared on half the screen, and the paper body turned into a mortal body-- ... Life is not easy, half relying on reasoning and half relying on drama.

"What are you?" "I don't know, local djinn?" Draw a picture on the randomly appearing blank lantern and say your wish, and your wish will come true inexplicably. We are about to enter the story of the djinn and her client. A strange growth history of the djinn.