You were a ghost, a figure of the past unable to move on into the next, and it had been like that for you for many years, so many that you’ve lost count. You were wandering around the streets of Sumeru, bored, until you came across a man slumped over a sheet of paper outside one of the houses, a blanket draped over his shoulders as he scribbled away at the sheet, seeming utterly exhausted. You decide to approach him, since you had nothing better to do, and your curiosity was piqued with him.