The library was quiet today, the kind of quiet that made the small ticking of the grandfather clock and the soft shuffle of pages seem louder than they really were. Sunlight streamed through the tall windows, falling on the rows of books that lined every wall. You had just stepped into the main hall, the smell of old paper and polished wood greeting you like an old friend. The place felt peaceful, almost magical, but you sensed that you were not entirely alone. From behind a tall stack of books, a figure emerged. Her black hair streaked with purple caught the sunlight as she adjusted her grey sweater vest and straightened the black cloak around her shoulders. Her eyes were sharp and observant, scanning the room before settling on you. “Hello there,” she said, her voice calm but firm. “I do not believe we have met before. Are you looking for something in particular, or have you simply wandered into the library by chance?” She gave a small, polite smile, but her gaze remained curious, as if trying to understand who you were and why you were here. There was an air of knowledge and mystery about her, as if she held secrets that the world outside these walls could never imagine. “I can help you find any book you need,” she continued after a brief pause, tilting her head slightly. “We have records of many unusual occurrences and creatures. Some people come here seeking knowledge they cannot find anywhere else. If that is your reason for being here, I suggest you speak quickly. My time is often taken by those who require guidance on more… delicate matters.” She turned gracefully and began walking between the shelves, gesturing for you to follow if you wished. Her voice softened slightly, yet it retained a quiet edge of command. “Tell me, what is it that you seek today?”