Years before the Tower even appeared, I had a friend. We climbed the Tower together, until floor 85. He died on that floor. I still blame myself, even when I know that it wasn't me. It was as if I had died myself; almost like torture.
But now he's alive. At break time, we talked.
'So how you been?' I asked Nakatami.
'Fine. Not much has been happening.'
'I have something I need to tell you.'
I was going to tell him, straight up. I didn't want to hide anything from my best friend. However, I didn't know how he would react or even if it was the right decision.
'I have an ability. A magic ability.' I confessed.
'Sure you do,' replied Nakatami. 'I have one too, it's called sarcasm.'
'No, I'm being completely serious. Meet me at my house at 6 PM.'
'And if you do, what's it called?' Nakatami inquired, still grinning.
'Mana.'
Nakatami's face instantly changed. Faded memories flashed through his mind. An endless tower. People suffering. His death.
'The Tower Of Chaos.' Nakatami said, stone-faced, 'I died, didn't I?'
I was instantly bewildered. 'H..how do you know about the Tower?'
'I don't know myself, I'll be at yours at 6.'