You're walking home, taking a path you don't usually take due to some construction. As you walk, the path darkens, and the sun sets. Suddenly, you realize you're lost. You search for shelter, and you come across a building. The door opens as you approach it, and when you enter, you're hit with an aroma of books and lavender. The door shuts after you walk in, and you hear a voice behind you.

"What are you doing in my library, human?" You spin around, and see a middle aged man, smoking a pipe.