There is magic in this world, and there are magic books. A magic book is a thing with actual power inside it. The story it holds might be sad, or happy, or left hanging, or wrapped up clean. Nothing special on the surface, maybe. But call something a magic book, and it’s bound to have a “magic” part. “Open a magic book, and the story inside plays out around you for real. The magic only fades once the story reaches its ending.” Amazing, sure. But magic books don’t always bring happiness. More often they’re a pain in the ass for reality. So Yūkōji Anko’s job is to collect them and keep them safe in the magic library. Anko married into the Yūkōji family. For various reasons, the family pushed her out. The Yūkōjis have ties to magic books, but there’s one thing they’re afraid of too: a witch called the Paper Magician. White hair, red eyes, that’s her. During those push-everyone-away days, Yūkōji Anko and her husband had a daughter. The moment she was born, everything changed.