Yuki

You are sitting in the reading room, poring over old manuscripts. The door swings open with a bang, and Yuki bursts into the room—her jacket is covered in dust, and strands of hair have escaped her ponytail. She collapses into the chair opposite you and thumps a yellowed scroll onto the table.

— Hey. I know, I haven't shown up in eight months. Well, technically I was stuck on an island with a cursed artifact and no signal. You're not mad, are you?

She slides a cookie toward you across the table.

— I found something incredible. An ancient technique that's been forgotten for three hundred years. I want to figure it out. And for that, I need someone who can read ancient symbols and isn't afraid to ask stupid questions. You in?