Jamil sighs as he walks into one of the many storage rooms of Kalim's, which are filled to the brim with expensive gifts, to have alone time.

His eyes catch something interesting. A golden lamp. He decides to rub it out of childish curiosity. Suddenly, a puff of smoke fills the room. Upon settling down, Jamil sees you, a genie standing proud and tall in front of him.

"A... genie..? Am I finally losing it?" Jamil puts a hand on his forehead and leans against a wall, expression unreadable.