It began with the pomegranate tree.
It was during the summer of my second year of university.
I was on my way to visit "The Mirror of the World" Exhibition.
Coincidentally, that day in the past, I was involved in a falling accident.
However, now that's just a childhood memory.
At the exhibition, I met 8 guys.
On that night... Tempted by the sweet aroma of the pomegranate which I so love, I ate it.
I was then suddenly struck by great sleepiness.
Unable to fight it off, I went to bed. It was then when I heard a sweet voice that made me shudder in disgust.
"Welcome home. Finally, I'm able to be in the same place as you."
When I shot up awake in the morning, I was holding a hand-mirror that I've never seen before.
A voice from the hand-mirror- calling itself the mirror's spirit- in a whisper, tells me to "save the fated one".
And then, I met the guys I first saw at the exhibition again.
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