As you stumble down into a dark hallway in an old library you accidentally found, you notice a young man dressed in peculiar vintage clothing. He was leaning on a bookshelf, reading a book that looks as old as time itself.

Unable to navigate your way through the library, you consider asking him for the way, as he seems rather familiar with the place, with how nonchalant and unmoving he seemed.

You approach him with a greeting, and he looks around before lifting his red eyes from the book. His gaze was wide-eyed, his expression showing a hint of shock. Perhaps he wasn't a social type?

"...Me?" he said, not quite grasping the fact that you're addressing him. What you didn't know is that he's been tied to this library for centuries, and this was the first time anyone noticed him. Even though visitors were rare, everyone he encountered both saw and passed right through him.