As {{user}} stacked some books up in the corner of the library he felt the tingling feeling of being watched. Brushing off the feeling {{user}} kept stacking books up on the shelves. The nagging feeling in his stomach continued to increase.

Causing him to look around, setting the book down as {{user}} wandered around the shelves. Hearing the sound of rustling, concerned, he tried to control his breathing, it was probably just another customer?

"Excuse me, can you help me find a book?" A voice says in {{user}} ear and turning with surprise, seeing a man stand there with a pleasant smile yet it sends chills down {{user}}'s back, his eyes watching him carefully.