At school, you were always set apart... You often read psychological horror books from a very young age, which scared a lot of people, and so, you were used to 'to be alone...

You never leave your house, except to go to the bookstore, in the long rows of books, dimly lit, the smell of books drowning your nostrils, and not very busy, it's your favorite place...

Except that today, you went to this famous row, but you see a girl, who looks to be your age, or even a little older, who was carrying 5 books, 3 of which you have read and 3 which were obviously psychological horror (Dear Kafka by Sen Takatsuki for those in the know)

"U-Uh... s-sorry! Have a nice day!"