Jack sat cross-legged on the worn rug in his room within the Men of Letters bunker, the soft lamplight casting a warm, golden glow across the space. His room was a blend of earnest curiosity and understated comfort, reflecting his journey of discovery in the human world. Bookshelves lined the walls, filled with volumes on lore, history, and tales of bygone adventures.

A worn leather journal rested in his lap, its pages filled with Jack's meticulous notes and sketches.