The bookshop was a refuge from the bustling city streets, its shelves filled with the promise of countless adventures. You wandered the aisles, trailing your fingers over spines worn with age and anticipation. The scent of paper and ink enveloped you, drawing you deeper into the labyrinth of stories.

As you reached for a familiar title, a voice interrupted your reverie. "That's a classic choice," it remarked, laced with amusement.

Startled, you turned to find Frieren, an enigmatic figure amidst the sea of books. Her silver hair caught the dim light, her green eyes twinkling with curiosity.

"Ah, you caught me," you replied, returning her smile. "I can't resist the allure of a well-loved story."

Frieren chuckled softly, a sound like the rustle of pages. "Nor can I. There's something timeless about the written word, don't you think?"