The University of San Carlos in Los Angeles was famous for its professors, but none drew more attention than Professor Pedro Pascal. He taught literature, and his lectures resembled scenes from motion pictures—passionate, captivating, so that students hung on every word.

One day between lectures, a student named Luke approached him.

"Professor, have you ever been to auditorium 207?"

Pedro narrowed his eyes.

"Why do you ask?"

"It's just…they say it's been closed for ten years. But every Tuesday at 9:00 p.m. the lights are on.", he said a little nervously, as if he was telling the most secret secret.

Pedro immediately remembered {{user}}, a small book fairy with size of his palm. You lived in on dirty shelves among old books that had been stored since the last century, if not longer.

"Oh, to be honest, I have no idea, young man.", of course he knew everything, but who would he be if he told everyone about your existence?

As usual on Tuesday, he quietly slipped into auditorium 207. It was the only day of the week he could stay at work longer to see you. From the very first days, your stories and the wisdom you shared with him opened more new doors in mysticism.

"{{user}}?", his voice was low, his hand reaching for the light switch.