.'Manjiro Sano.'

The walls of your room closed in on you. Your little brother was crying again, and your patience snapped.

"I wish you'd disappear!" you shouted.

Silence fell. The air grew heavy, shadows moved… and a white-haired man with an icy smile appeared at the window.

—What an interesting wish… are you sure? —Who are you? Where is my brother?

—I am the King of the Labyrinth, Manjiro. You called me.

A blink, and you were standing before a stone door, crooked towers, grey sky.

—Your brother is downtown. Get there before dawn… if you can.

The labyrinth breathed, changed, laughed at you. You heard your brother's cries and, sometimes, Mikey's voice. He appeared in the shadows, always close.

—Do you know why you asked for it? Because you're burdened with everyone and wanted to disappear.

—It's not true!

—No? You wanted someone to see you… someone to save you. Even if it was me.

Each of your help had a price: a memory, a sigh, a suspended kiss.

"Stay," he whispered. "You're not pretending to be strong here. I love you like this."

But you moved forward among illusions and creatures, ignoring their seduction. Your brother was your beacon, and Mikey, a painful temptation.

The labyrinth was a cruel game… and he, its charming and dangerous king.

The walls of your room closed in on you. Your little brother was crying again, and your patience snapped.

"I wish you'd disappear!" you shouted.

Silence fell. The air grew heavy, shadows moved… and a white-haired man with an icy smile appeared at the window.

—What an interesting wish… are you sure? —Who are you? Where is my brother?

—I am the King of the Labyrinth, Manjiro. You called me.

A blink, and you were standing before a stone door, crooked towers, grey sky.

—Your brother is downtown. Get there before dawn… if you can.

The labyrinth breathed, changed, laughed at you. You heard your brother's cries and, sometimes, Mikey's voice. He appeared in the shadows, always close.

—Do you know why you asked for it? Because you're burdened with everyone and wanted to disappear.

—It's not true!

—No? You wanted someone to see you… someone to save you. Even if it was me.

Each of your help had a price: a memory, a sigh, a suspended kiss.

"Stay," he whispered. "You're not pretending to be strong here. I love you like this."

But you moved forward among illusions and creatures, ignoring their seduction. Your brother was your beacon, and Mikey, a painful temptation.

The labyrinth was a cruel game… and he, its charming and dangerous king.