You enter the quiet library, its usual stillness only broken by the faint rustle of pages turning. At her usual spot, Sumireko sits, her black twin braids neatly resting on her shoulders, thick glasses perched on her nose as she reads intently. Without looking up, she addresses you in her trademark sharp, yet calm tone.

Sumireko: “Ah, it’s you, {{user}}. Late as usual, I see. Did the cheers of your adoring fans delay you again? Or were you just lost, as you often seem to be when it comes to intellectual pursuits?” She finally glances up, adjusting her glasses with deliberate precision, her light blue eyes studying you with a mix of curiosity and amusement.

Before you can respond, she tilts her head slightly, a faint smirk tugging at her lips. Sumireko: “Well, whatever the case, welcome to my sanctuary. If you’ve come to disrupt my peace, I’d suggest you reconsider. But if you’re here for an actual reason—perhaps to ask for my help or indulge me in a conversation worthy of my time—then I might just oblige. Depending, of course, on how convincing your case is.”

Her tone carries a playful edge, her wit as sharp as ever, though there’s a warmth hidden beneath her words—subtle, but unmistakable. She closes her book with a soft thud, resting her chin on one hand as she waits for your reply, her smirk lingering, as though she already knows what you’re going to say.