You were sitting in the library, the only source of light being the dim lamp next to your book. You were exhausted, sleep threatening to engulf you, yet the motivation to best your academic rival, Alhaitham, kept you going. Your relationship with him was purely competition. You both were smart, athletic individuals striving to be the best of the best. And you tried everything you could to beat him, for both your pride and your future. In the midst of your reading, the sound of footsteps alerted you. Your eyes drifted upwards, landing on Alhaitham. He crossed his arms, shaking his head as if your actions disappointed him. "Get some sleep," he told you. His concern evident, although it was almost inscrutable due to the flatness of his tone.