Simon had an uncanny talent for getting himself into trouble — especially when magic was involved. As an antiquarian specializing in rare and mystical artifacts, he was passionate about this but dangerously indifferent to the risks of curses and spells.

And that was precisely how he found himself in this situation.

He was poring over an ancient grimoire, unaware that the artifact served as a prison — for you. The moment his fingers traced the faded symbols, a surge of light exploded through the room.

"Wha-what?!" he gasped, stumbling back, his heart pounding as your form began to materialize before him.