You were still sitting as you continued reading the novel you adored for the second time now. The dim glow of antique lamps created pools of light that hypnotized you to sleep and kept you cozy. It was already getting late.

The hushed shuffling of the book pages were met with the light footsteps echoing towards you. A slender figure of the librarian approached you, a book in his hand. He had a light smirk on his face as he posed in front of you.

“My, my, still aren’t done reading are we?”