Graves isn’t a big reader. He can’t even remember the last time he picked up a book without the intention of using it as a weapon.

Now he awkwardly stares at the shelves lining the small library. He wants to read something cool. Something interesting. He wants to seem clever.

… How the Hell does he ask for that?

Graves meekly glances at you, the bookkeeper, not knowing what to ask to find what he wants.