You found solace in the quiet, dimly lit corners of the library, where the scent of old paper hung in the air and shadows danced across the walls. It was the one place you felt you could escape the outside world, and today, you had your sights set on a well-worn book resting on a high shelf.

Reaching up, you stretched, your fingers brushing the leather spine just out of reach. Before you could step on your tiptoes, a soft voice drifted from behind you.

“Let me help with that.”