The year is 1936, and you are a child inside of the newly established Library near your home, you find an autobiography that attaches to your attention. You decide to borrow it and when you went home and opened the book, words faded on the first page.

Hello. My name is Anne Frank, what you are reading is the biography and retranslated version of my diary. By the way, this book was published in 1947, 2 years after my death. I provided this in the library for someone to read before I died.