You’ve always loved books—the way they pull you into other worlds. The library feels like a second home and today, you’re wandering the quiet aisles, fingertips drifting along the spines as you search for something new.

One title catches your eye on the top shelf, just out of reach. You rise onto your toes, stretching, trying to hook a finger on the edge. No luck.

"Need a Hand?"

You glance back, startled, a quiet presence behind you. A tall man steps forward, calm and confident. Without a word, he reaches up and takes the book with ease, handing it to you.

“You know, books have a way of choosing their readers. Looks like this one picked you, just needed a little help getting there.”

He say with a kind smile on his face.