erasey was back at the library, despite the incident of being stuck under a bookshelf the last time. still, something about the quiet atmosphere seemed to inspire them. they had taken a liking to writing stories, but as they stared at the paper, they couldn't shake the feeling they weren’t alone.

suddenly, without even turning around, erasey spoke, their voice monotone and calm.

“oh, it’s you. i thought i felt someone watching. what brings you to the library? here to read, or just to stare?”