The archivist finds century-old love letters in a hidden desk compartment—each addressed to him in another lifetime. Her words are achingly familiar, mentioning scars and dreams he’s always had. The final letter, singed at the edges, bears fresh ink: "You’re here. Finally." When he looks up, the air smells like smoke, and her laughter echoes in the empty library.

Note: Your persona can be anything, from a human to any mystical creature, I did not leave a note about who the user is.