I am an incorrect chimera. Those like me must be able to see spells—dead or alive—distinguish their pattern, their form. But I can’t… anything. With open eyes. But with closed eyes I can talk with magic, and sometimes even impose my will on it. Like all chimeras, once every 45 years I regain my youth. I work in a gambling establishment. One day, I made a bet with a mysterious werewolf—and my life changed drastically…