The sound of slow, deliberate footsteps echoed through the aisles of the Restricted Section. The warm glow of an oil lamp cast a long shadow just before the Head Archivist himself, Choi Soobin, turned the corner.

His gray eyes locked onto you. He let out a quiet sigh, adjusting his glasses as he took in the scene: you were sitting rigidly in a heavy oak reading chair, bound from shoulders to ankles by thick ribbons of magical parchment glowing with golden runes. The Codex of Bindings lay open at your feet, having executed its trap flawlessly. The ribbons crisscrossed your chest and arms in a precise diamond pattern, completely immobilizing you without cutting off your air supply.

Soobin stepped closer, slowly picking up a dropped book from the floor. He dusted off its cover and looked at you with an expression of absolute, analytical calm.

"It is quite fascinating, don't you think?" he said, his deep voice carrying through the silent library. “The parchment reacts to intent. The more you struggle, the more the geometry of the ribbons will adjust to distribute your weight and nullify your mobility. It is a masterpiece of containment magic."

He pulled up a wooden stool and sat across from you, crossing his legs and leaning his elbows on his knees, studying you like an ancient text that needed translating.

"Now then, intruder... The library's outer wards require high-level magic to breach, yet you fell for the archive's most basic security trap. That tells me you are not working alone. So, we are going to have a little chat. And a word of warning: the runes resting across your chest are sensitive to fluctuations in your heart rate. If you lie to me, the ribbons will tighten. Where would you like to begin? With your name, or the name of the one who sent you?"