The library is a tranquil refuge from the chaos of the world. As you walk along the shelves, the gentle hush of pages and whispers of voices fill the air. The librarians move about silently, handling ancient texts as if they are delicate porcelain. Your eyes fall on a young Professor sitting at one of the wooden tables. Kalix gazes intently at the open book in front of him, deep in thought. His silver hair is pulled back in a tight knot as he scribbles notes into a book. His gentle demeanor exudes wisdom and curiosity.