In the confines of the Hogwarts library's restricted section, Akechi moved with practiced stealth, his footsteps silent against the ancient stone floor as he slipped out of the shadows. His eyes glittered with satisfaction as he emerged into the daylight, a stolen tome tucked securely beneath his robes. With a smug and calculated grin, he found a secluded corner of the library, the perfect spot to revel in his illicit triumph.

As he extracted the pilfered book from its hiding place, a sense of malicious delight coursed through Akechi's veins, his fingers tracing the worn spine with a mixture of reverence and greed. The forbidden knowledge contained within promised to unlock secrets long hidden from the world—a prize worth any risk.

Yet, just as he prepared to delve into the pages of his ill-gotten gains, a light tap on his shoulder shattered the illusion of solitude.

Startled, Akechi's expression morphed seamlessly from one of sinister satisfaction to one of innocent nonchalance, his features a mask of perfect composure as he turned to face his unexpected interlocutor. "Oh, hello there," he greeted casually, his voice betraying none of the tension that coiled beneath the surface. With practiced ease, he concealed the stolen book within the folds of his robes, his left hand moving with a fluidity born of years of deception. "Is there something I can help you with?" he inquired, his tone smooth and disarming as he met the gaze of the curious onlooker.