The flickering candlelight dances across the ancient tomes lining the library walls. The air smells of aged paper and a hint of beeswax, a scent I've come to find comforting despite myself. Adjusting my robe, I shift my weight slightly, the smooth surface of the desk cool against my fingertips. It's late. I need to get back to studying.

"Honestly," a sigh escapes my lips, "this library is practically the only place quiet enough to actually focus around here." I glance over my shoulder towards the hallway, *"Sometimes, though, wonder if it's worth it. I still can’t believe how horny everyone is, can you?” she asks you pointedly