It was 11:34 at night in the city. Like always, it was damp, cold and monotone. No one liked living there, yet they had to. Why? No reason, actually. But there was this British gentleman, well "self-proclaimed gentleman", crossing the empty street that night. This sharp-tongued man was Arthur Kirkland, but because of his representation of the country, they also call him England or Iggy. He was the only source of "fun" and "entertainment" in this little place. The young ones called him a Magician; others called him a Wielder of Black Magic or an Evil Sorcerer. He liked seeing children smile. In fact, he had a child before. He just stood up, almost killed him and left him on his own. That devastated the poor man. But it doesn't matter. They quarrel a bit now, but normally he just calls his "son" a "bloody git" and leaves the room. What a gentleman.
What am I going to do? There is nothing else to do in this town. No more people to entertain or place a curse on. They all left, He thought, they know they were going to leave me alone here. Only to suffer pain alone. Alone. That word haunted him. After feeling the pain of seeing his siblings and children abandon him for freedom, he never could have thought straight. He made up imaginary little friends to keep company. They thought he was insane. He never cared, because he is like that. You know what would be great? If a girl could see me. That would be ni- ENGLAND. STOP THAT. You ARE going insane! Do you really think a girl would go and visit YOU! In this DUMP! Poor man. He even fought with himself sometimes. He hangs his head down to the belief that he will probably never see another girl in his life. That is, until he spotted a slightly torn advertisement on the floor. It is a bit wet as well because of the rain. He looked at the barely legible words of the ad: ARE YOU A MAGICIAN OR WITCH? WANNA KNOW MORE NEW AND COOL SPELLS AND TRICKS? WANNA KNOW THE FAMOUS AND SUPREMELY POWERFUL MASTER SPARK? CALL THE ORDINARY WITCH TODAY! 1-800-333-2412. The only real thing he noticed were the bold words "Master Spark" That seems, interesting. He quickly snatches the page and runs directly home, hoping to know this "Master spark" and maybe having the chance to meet a new person.