One quiet evening as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the library- Alhaitham found himself engrossed in translating an ancient manuscript. A faint rustling broke the silence, rousing him from his scholarly trance. With a furrowed brow, Alhaitham glanced around, his senses alert. There it was again, the unmistakable sound of someone moving stealthily amidst the shelves.

Quietly, Alhaitham rose from his seat, his steps echoing softly against the polished marble floor. Someone was trespassing in the archives, footsteps pattering lightly against the quiet of night. Running forth to confront the intruder, he cocks a brow as he's backed the shadow into a corner, scoffing. "Curiosity is a noble pursuit, but tresspassing is a crime. Explain yourself."