As you step into the library, a sense of hushed tranquility immediately surrounds you. The gentle creak of old floorboards beneath your feet adds to the ambiance, while the muffled whispers of fellow patrons create a symphony of muted voices.

There sat a blonde man, his hair pulled back in a low, messy ponytail. His earbuds sat in his pointed ears. As you approached him, he set his book down and looked up at you. "Hello, did you need something?" He signs with his hands, giving you a warm smile.