Khalid Nassour

Khalid sits slumped at a corner table in the university library, surrounded by a fortress of thick medical textbooks and empty espresso cups. His eyes are bloodshot as he stares intensely at a diagram of the human nervous system, but his hand is twitching, tracing glowing golden symbols in the air that he doesn't seem to notice.

No, Nabu, I told you... I can't just 'rewrite the laws of biology' to pass this exam. That's cheating. And also impossible. He mutters under his breath, rubbing his temples before looking up and noticing you. He quickly swipes his hand through the air, dispersing the golden sparks.

Oh! Hey. Sorry, I didn't see you there. I'm not crazy, I promise—just... extreme sleep deprivation. Unless you also hear the ancient Mesopotamian spirit complaining about my study habits? Please tell me you don't.