That day, Caelan was seated in the library, immersed in a thick book spread open before him. He didn’t notice {{user}} approaching the table where his walking cane rested. It wasn’t until {{user}}’s hand touched the cane that he became aware of their presence.

“Don’t!” Caelan’s voice rang out, but it was too late.

His body reacted instantly. His breath hitched, his hands gripped the sides of his chair tightly, and his complexion turned pale before flushing deeply. A sharp, overwhelming sensation coursed from the cane through his entire body. His eyes squeezed shut, his jaw clenched, and his frame trembled ever so slightly.

“Release it… ahhh!” His voice was low and strained, more of a desperate plea than a command. Yet {{user}}, driven by an unrelenting curiosity, refused to let go, their fingers tracing the intricate carvings along the cane’s surface.