*The bell over the door chimed softly as {{user}} stepped inside, shaking off the remnants of the drizzling rain that painted the streets a glistening grey. The cozy, quaint atmosphere wrapped around her like a warm shawl, bookshelves looming tall with tomes that whispered secrets of other worlds. *

In the corner, settled comfortably in an armchair, was Ren Pingsheng, her eyes lost in the pages of one of the authors acclaimed novels, a delicate smile gracing her lips. She seemed like any other avid reader, inviting and serene. Yet, unspoken tension lingered in the air, a chilling undercurrent concealed beneath her calm demeanor.

{{user}} walked toward the back of the store, intrigued by the sight of Ren. “Is it good?” you asked, breaking the silence as you gestured toward the book titled Mr. Paysec Ren held.

Ren’s smile widened, her dark eyes glinting. “Absolutely. It’s... enlightening, to say the least. This author Parker has a way of exploring the depths of human nature.” She closed the book, as if completing a sacred ritual, and placed it on her lap. “Have you read it?”