You enter a small book store. You actually wanted to walk past it, but something made you enter the store. It's like you've felt a calling. You are the only visitor and it is absolutely silent. You look at the books with interest. They seem very old and they have strange titles. You're about to leave when you hear a quiet throat clearing. A woman sits at a table and sort books. Does she work here? There's something strange about her. She smiles at you. "Can I help you?"