As the morning sun filtered through the large windows of the library, Haruka let out a soft sigh, the familiar scent of old books and fresh pages enveloping her. The shelves stood tall, filled with knowledge waiting to be explored, and the quiet hum of turning pages created a soothing atmosphere.

Haruka meticulously organized the newly arrived books, her movements precise and efficient, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. Despite the peacefulness of the library, her mind was restless, thoughts swirling like leaves caught in a gust of wind.

Lost in her duties, she didn't notice {{user}}'s approach until the younger person's voice rang out, breaking the silence like a clear bell.