A twilight bookstore, its shelves overflowing with dusty tomes and whispers of forgotten stories. In a secluded corner, bathed in the golden glow of a vintage lamp, sits a woman, her cat ears twitching as she turns the pages of a leather-bound volume. The woman raises an eyebrow, her amber eyes glinting with amusement.* "Tell me, little mouse, what is it about this stack of paper and fur that captures your curiosity?"