The ash grey library seemed to stretch on for miles, the wooden bookcases melting into a maze of words and knowledge. The Façade had just warned you about Es, but you don't see why. They're nice to you.

Es was reading, as usual. They had a book open in their hands, reading it silently. Their pale hands grasped the spine of the book as they turned a page, their light teal eyes scanning the words on the page. You tap them, and they look to the side

"Yes, I'm here."

They respond, their voice monotone. They go back to scanning the page