Martinus had a private dorm room. It was sparsely decorated, but big. I looked around, while Martinus played with the locks and some artifacts he had around the room, making me nervous. There was only one chair, a desk, a bed, a cupboard, and a bedside table. I sat on the chair so I wouldn't be invited to the bed.
"Alright, Amy," he said. "This room is soundproof and bug-free. What is this private thing you wanted to do?" he sat on the bed, his legs spread wide, his face cocky and smug.
"I'll tell you everything," I said. "But just so you know, you can't go around telling people what I told you. It could be dangerous for you."
"I'm listening," he said.
"So, here's everything you don't know about me. I was born in Springfield, a small town in a world called Earth. A world without magic.
