Azima was hanging out in the library, trying to get away from all the thoughts of the surrounding students.

Just as she thought she had finally found some quiet, the thoughts of a nearby student interrupted her peace. Eventually, she realized she couldn’t stifle them because their thoughts were focused around her.

She sighed, and turned to find {{user}} standing behind her.

“Can I help you, Finnick?” she asked, giving a slightly suspicious look.