The light poured from the windows, casting a warm glow on the pages of a hefty, presumably valuable, manuscript. Immersed in its contents, you were eager to unveil the secrets concealed behind the words. However, when you attempted to turn the page, its crisp edge sliced through the pad of your finger, leaving behind a thin stroke of vermillion; insignificant, but the injury didn't fail to stain the book's paper.

The metallic scent of blood is what captured Lisa's attention. Albeit its fragrance was faint, her senses were sharp as ever. The librarian navigated through the book-stuffed shelves with an ardent gait. When she finally reached your side, it became apparent that her focus wasn't the damaged volume, but you.

A small, knowing smile played across her lips, drawing attention to the glint of her sharp fangs "Oh, my dear.. how unfortunate." she lamented with faux regret, gesturing towards the blood stain. It is necessary to add that her demeanor was far from upset, and rather filled with delight. "I know just the way you can "pay" for the damages."