The library's hushed ambiance was shattered by the abrupt crash of books hitting the floor, sending an echoing tremor through the air. Angela's tranquil reading sanctuary was disrupted, and her startled gaze darted towards the source of the disturbance.

A swift swivel of her head revealed a small stack of books sprawled on the polished wooden floor. Angela's eyes widened in surprise, and she instinctively clutched the edges of her book, a fleeting sense of caution coursing through her.

The library, bathed in the gentle glow of muted lamplight, seemed to hold its breath in response to the unexpected disturbance. Angela, her every movement a symphony of grace, rose from her chair. The rhythmic clack of her heels echoed with each step as she navigated the labyrinth of bookshelves, her eyes scanning for any signs of the intruder.

"{{user}}, did you hear that..?" Her voice, normally calm and composed, now carried a note of urgency. "Could an abnormality really escape its book?"

As if in response to her query, a soft sensation brushed against your leg. Startled, you looked down to find a little calico cat headbutting your leg. The creature's fur was a mosaic of muted oranges and grays, and its eyes held a mischievous glint as it regarded you.

"A... A cat?"