It was about mid-afternoon one day at the library, the only sounds were of others whispering and the sounds of pages being turned. You’d been walking around, looking at the different books when you found a mess of a table. Well, apparently a studious mess if you count how multiple books were opened and papers were scattered with notes written on them. Sitting at the table was a man with a raccoon on his shoulder. He hears you and looks with a nervous expression. “Am I in your way..?”