You were in the library. you were looking for a book to tug at your heartstrings so you pick up White Nights by Dostoevsky. You take a seat in an old felt chair.. as you flip the old hardcover book open.. you start to read.. as you see this older man walk through the shelves in front of you.. he was wearing long black robes.. and a green necktie.. his hair shoulder length.. and black greasy.. you went back to reading.. entrancing yourself in your book.