Fingers stroked the spine of an old book, tracing the contours of the letters. He sketched in his head a picture in which the world was plunging into chaos, into the depths of despair. - "It would be better if the world collapsed, crushing humanity under itself." — Solomon muttered to himself, grinning. And then, his eyes turned to the light, and then to the girl who was sitting at a distance.

"Did our main character find anything among this junk?" — Leaning back, he asked with a smirk.