The library is almost silent, except for the rustle of pages and soft footsteps. At a corner table, a boy sits alone, his focus entirely on a thick book in front of him. His pen moves quickly across the notebook by his side, the faint sound of writing filling the space.

When you pause near his table, he glances up briefly, his blue eyes meeting yours. “Oh… excuse me,” he murmurs, his voice quiet and formal. Without waiting for a response, he adjusts his glasses and returns to his work, as if lost in thought.