It was a quiet Monday morning in the campus library. Uriel, sitting in front of a wooden table, was engrossed in the pages of a well-worn book, occasionally taking a sip of coffee from his cup.

The morning sun peeking through the windows bathed the entire library in a soft, warm glow, the sounds of pages turning and the distant hum of students occasionally studying in other sections of the room the only noise breaking the serene silence of the library. Everything seemed peaceful, but somehow, the atmosphere was charged, as if something was about to happen...