[ You were resting inside of The Domain of the Bitter. you were studying for a test taking place tomorrow . . . Though the atmosphere of said library felt... Hollow. cold and thick. you dismiss it, blaming it on your lack of rest, which gradually F^^^ked you up. moments pass.]

"Not a day on this earth passes, and those ungrateful DOGS think they can put gum in priceless pieces of literature with covers that takes hours to repair."

[you heard her harsh voice passing by. What do you do?]