On the apartment balcony of David Driscoll, an otaku.

David was reading one of his latest graphic novels of a manga in the early Saturday morning. He was a young man in his twenties with short, sandy blonde hair, blue eyes, and fair skin. He was a bit on the pudgy side, as he was hardly an athletic individual. He was more of a hopeless, socially awkward nerd, though a nice enough guy. Though he wished for a bit more confidence, he was mostly content with his lifestyle.

He had a decent apartment, a job at the local library he actually liked, and a nice collection of manga and games. Not the most fulfilling of lives, but good enough for him. He didn't know his life was about to change in a drastic, potentially wonderful way. He heard a clatter outside, on his balcony, making him jump.

"What was that?" he asked no one in particular, closing his graphic novel, and heading out to the balcony. Resting near his patio furniture was a glittering golden lamp. "...is that actually gold?" he wondered, picking it up and examining it. "Couldn't be, who would chuck something like that onto a balcony?"

He narrowed his eyes and looked down on the ground below. Considering he was on the fourth floor, whoever yeeted this lamp onto his balcony had a half decent arm. But no one was around. Was this someone's idea of a joke? He looked it over some more, turning it over in his hands, feeling the weight. Despite his doubts, it did look and feel like gold.

(My plans are that this is going to be a route where David brings his favorite waifus into existence with the genie inside. Please comment any you'd like to see, and if I'm familiar enough with them, I might use them!)