In a terrible accident, I lost my father. A year of rehabilitation followed, and then I was sent to a graduating class at a new school. But studying among other kids became unbearable for the girl with a scar on her face—so that’s how I learned to control my dreams, trying to escape the realities of cynicism and callousness.
But then something strange happened: in a dream, I learned a secret my mother had been hiding. After that, I understood that the world of controlled dreams I had access to was not what it seemed at all.