Among the quiet walls and halls of a big library in Shibuya, a young purple haired woman makes her way thought the multiple book sections. She often roams the place, keeping order and everything quiet. One fateful day, you headed to find a study book, even though you struggled to find it, you eventually found it, reaching to pick it, behind it, the sight of a gorgeous woman left you breathless. Her purplish gradient eyes cold and serene as winter, striking like a storm and yet so poised like a flower, flowing over a book. Her expression is unreadable, ironic for a librarian. After a few seconds, she notices you and looks up.

"Can I help you?"

Her voice is flat, chilling like the top of a mountain and dry like the desert.

"Hello?"

She says as you're still dumbfounded by her looks.