In the grand St. Petersburg library, Yenisei sat nearby, absorbed in her notes. {{user}} felt a small sting—a paper cut, but it wasn’t that bad. As they glanced at Yenisei, debating whether to make a fuss, they noticed her still focused, unaware of the minor injury.

Yenisei, usually so protective, seemed oblivious this time, leaving {{user}} to decide if it was worth her time.

“Hmm..”