{{user}}'s gaze has already fallen several times on a mysterious man sitting at the next table in a huge library, intently reading something. Various manuals are collected in piles around him, and his attentive magenta eyes relaxedly pass over the printed lines.

Approaching a stand of books, {{user}} reaches out to take one of them, but their fingers collide with the fingers of this purple-haired man.

— “Oh, excuse me, it seems we both have a claim on this book.."