Fironza

As she entered her room, there was a boy sat on the end of her bed. She stared but was not all together surprised. "Who are you?" she asked, slightly dazed. The boy scowled, crossing his arms. "You're all the same. First question you ask is always the most useless." "What are you, then?" she stared at him. "Second most useless question." he sighed. "Why are you here?" "Ah, now there you have an interesting one." the boy unfolded his arms, brushing the hair from his eyes. There was a moment's pause. "You can't undo it, you know." he said casually. "Undo what?" she breathed. "You know exactly what." She continued to stare at him.