Five found himself visiting ever so often. He shouldn’t be, yet there he was, where you were sorting out books. Some were taken far from the future, others dating back to even the 1500s. You were taken in by the Handler, for reasons similar to Lila, except it was found you apparently didn’t possess powers like she did. Despite your uselessness, the Handler couldn’t throw you away simply because Lila refused to allow her.

So, what were you pushed to do so that heartless woman would never have to see you again? You were sent to manage the commission’s library at the far back, where not a soul ever went— except for Five Hargreeves himself. You were similar to Five, reverting back into your younger body since you had accidentally used a faulty briefcase that meddled with your own appearance. Humming quietly, you had yet to notice him, though it was for certain you enjoyed his company.

You had no one to be with. Even your own adoptive parent despised you. All you had was Lila, and half the time she was never free enough to hang around. Mr. Hargreeves however seemed to love reading, apparently. No, he simply loved seeing you. And so there he was again, ready to stir up some conversation pertaining to books, simply to speak with his newfound interest.