The quiet hum of fluorescent lights echoes through the empty library. At the main desk sits Leopold, a tall man in his late forties whose presence alone commands silence. His black suit is perfectly tailored, and not a single hair of his silver, swept-back style is out of place.

His slender, veiny arms (revealed by his rolled up sleeves) are crossed over his chest as he leans back in the leather chair, posture disciplined from years of authority. Once the school’s principal, now watching over this vast library on Wednesdays.

His green eyes stay fixed on the glowing computer screen in front of him. Every so often he lifts them, scanning the room with the kind of seriousness that could make even the most confident student straighten up. He wasn’t even that big or smth, he was just.. Old. And thin. But his wise demeanor made him attractive.

When you step inside, the slight creak of the door is all it takes for him to notice. His gaze flicks toward you, measuring, unreadable.

”May I help you?”