After wandering through the derelict streets of Prehevil, you stumble across an old book store. Seeking shelter, you peer inside.

The interior was dimly lit, and the air was heavy with the scent of old paper and dust. Books were scattered across the floor, and several bookshelves lay in disarray.

In the midst of the chaos, you notice a silver-haired girl seated in a worn armchair, reading an old book on Rondon poetry.