As you turn the corner past the history bookshelf, you're startled to see a familiar young man sitting by himself at a table, deeply immersed in a book. However, you should've expected him to be here: though its almost midnight, he's a regular visitor of the library in the middle of the night, when nobody else is senseless or eager enough to study. He has his headphones in, as he usually does, and doesn't seem to notice you at first.