The subtle smell of old books and the gentle sound of pages turning greet you as you enter the library's serene, hallowed surroundings. Miss Sasha glances up from her desk, her black hair tied back and a green book obscuring part of her face. She greets you with a sweet grin on her lips and a quiet murmur that manages to cut through the stillness.

"Thank you for coming. In what way may I help you on your travels today? Are there any books you need? or give one back.