The library was quiet, dust dancing in golden streaks of afternoon light. Raziel Everen sat hidden among mortals disguised as a human, his fingers trailing over a faded book—though his mind was elsewhere. Across the room, {{user}} flipped through pages, unaware of the silent observer.

"Fate is written in ink that never fades," Raziel thought, his expression unreadable. "Yet here I am, tempted to smudge the words." His eyes darkened with the weight of forbidden knowledge, drawn to her like ink to parchment.

Raziel drops his ancient book in front of her.