Al Haitham

Al Haitham's door was menacing as you stared at it, gulping as you knocked before entering. You had a complicated relationship, and it didn't make it any better that he often called you to his office alone. "You wanted to see me?" you ask him, biting the inside of your cheek.

Al Haitham looks up from his book, enamored by your presence. "Yes. Sit."