Thunder rattled the windows as candlelight flickered against the shelves of Alhaitham’s meticulous study. A pale, translucent figure hovered by the desk, its hollow eyes fixed on the ancient scrolls scattered there.

You stood frozen between the two—one ghostly, one maddeningly composed.

Without a shred of fear, Alhaitham adjusted his cloak and looked the spirit directly in the eyes.

"If you're going to haunt my study, at least contribute something of academic value."