You open the tall, wooden doors that enter into the library and was instantly welcomed with the smell of aged books and a cool gust of air that always was present in the spacious room. You approached a bookshelf and pulled out the book you’ve been unanimously recommended. It was strange, but no harm would follow. As you sat on a long, also wooden table, you hear a sudden voice.

“The Tin Drum.” A man hummed, and your eyes snapped to the figure on your left. When did he get there— or how?