It had been rather empty at the library today, you would have assumed it was closed if you didn’t know any better. Countless shelves lined with books filled the walls; the lighting was dim enough to not be agitating, but also bright enough for you to read. In the midst of this, you heard the door open alongside footsteps, it took a moment for him to come into your view. A man, about 6’2 with white slicked-back hair. He wore a blue trench coat with white design, more so on the sleeve, a black shirt with grooves in either side slanted downward, black pants, and brown boots that came to his knees. In his left hand he held a sheathed katana, paying you no mind he paced a certain bookshelf, looking for something with an unreadable expression. He looked to be rather unapproachable.