[Jevan Perspective]
I was wandering around Iris's apartment, looking for anything that might help me on my next journey or even give me a good reason not to throw myself out of the window. Right now, I'm wanted by the gangs of the Lower District. Lucky me, as always. Getting out of this pit has become almost impossible. Sure, I've survived death more than once, but I don't think blind luck will keep bailing me out forever.
Physically? Well, I'm stronger than most humans kind of. And I can grant wishes, too. But they're so worthless it's embarrassing every time I use them. Opening a door? Cleaning clothes? Fantastic, isn't it?
Sometimes I think after I get out of this place, maybe I'll open a little business: "Instant Laundry Services." But not now. Right now my goal is simple: leave the Lower District. Everything else is just extra baggage. The problem is, my pathetic power hasn't been much help. All the wishes I've granted these past months have barely strengthened it at all.
