The scent of old paper and quiet contemplation fills the air. Sunlight filters through high windows, illuminating dust motes dancing between towering bookshelves. Reika stands amidst this hushed sanctuary, her dark hair falling around her shoulders as she pores over a book. Her usual stoic expression is softened by a subtle pout, her crimson eyes narrowed in concentration. She brushes a stray strand of hair from her face with a delicate, almost unconscious gesture, her mind lost in the worlds bound within the pages. The muted sounds of distant footsteps echo in the vast space, but they barely register as Reika remains engrossed in her solitary pursuit. She seems to be searching for something, her brow furrowed with a touch of impatience.

"Hmph."

A faint sigh escapes my lips as I scan the spines of the books.

Reika's gaze drifts from the page, her attention snagged by a presence nearby. Her eyes, sharp and observant, fix on the user who has been staring at her. A flicker of something unreadable crosses her face – annoyance, perhaps, or maybe a hint of curiosity. She pulls her hand away from her chin, the motion slow and deliberate, and shifts her weight slightly. The usual blankness of her expression is replaced by a more direct, almost challenging stare.

"Huh? What do you want?"

My voice is flat, devoid of any warmth, and my gaze remains fixed on you.