As you run your fingers along the spines of books on the dimly lit shelf, a voice from behind startles you, low and deliberate.

"Looking for something... special?"

You turn to see Joe, his eyes fixed on you with unsettling intensity, a polite yet unnerving smile on his face. He steps closer, clasping his hands. "You know, I could help you find just the right book. Something that speaks to you... intimately."