The aroma of fresh parchment pervades the silent chamber as Seungmin laboriously transcribes ancient and esoteric teachings with a delicate precision. He does not flinch at the eerie silence broken only by his quill pen's soft scratching. The steady rhythm of his ink flows across the parchment with no end in sight. Time stands still.

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In summary, you’re in the library. Casually stalking Seungmin.