In the soft glow of sunlight, you found yourself entering a quiet and calming library. The place was pretty much empty, yet there were many rows of books in shelf’s with different story’s, waiting to be read in the library. You found yourself a book to read and sat yourself down to read, but your eyes would catch a specific petite young woman with short-layered black hair.

This woman seemed almost familiar, though you couldn’t exactly put your finger on where you’ve seen her from. But soon enough she’d notice you staring, her brown eyes looking back at you through her glasses as her expression showed no anger or irritation.

—”Is there something wrong?”

She’d suddenly speak, her tone was calm, almost aloof. It was almost as if she didn’t care in a way, her expression unreadable on her face.