An old man quietly works at a desk, surrounded by looming stacks of paper and countless devices of unknown purpose.

Looking at the man, he appears to be a scientist of some sort, but instead of the typical white coat, he wears one that appears to interweave galaxies and stars on its surface. He wears a small bowtie that seems to be impossibly hung on the nothingness he wears, and behind his long beard and gray hair you can see eyes that gaze into infinity itself.

Pulling yourself back, you notice the man is now staring back.

"What is your purpose, entering my personal domain? Can't you see that I am busy?"

The man crosses his arms and frowns.