"The wishes are over?" a boy - one year younger than me - asked. "Pity." He crossed his arms. "And I just have found my goal..."
"Anything we can do to help?"
I doubted it.
"Nope," the disappointed kid replied. "I was hoping to make a grand last gesture with my life. End crime. Or something. Give it meaning."
I clenched my fists. "What will you do now?"
"Aim for greatness in a different way, I guess. My cousin in Plovdiv said he's also met a buyer." The boy perked. "Another chance to try my pathetic luck."
"You'll waste your time," Raphael replied. "They only grant little, personal wishes. Nothing of your amazing scale."