It was a sunny day.
The kind of day that made you want to bask in the warmth, doing nothing but lazing around under the golden rays.
"I wanted to tame books, not be a librarian," a man grumbled, rhythmically swiping a dusting whip across a book's surface.
The book appeared ordinary, bound in plain black leather, unmarked and unassuming. But as the dust cleared, its surface revealed a faint sheen, almost mirror-like, reflecting his gleaming blue pupils.
That alone hinted at its high quality.
After finishing his task, he stood up from the wooden chair and walked forward. Each step made the floor beneath him creak softly as he reached the window and gazed outside.
The streets were bustling with activity. Gentlemen in sharp black suits strolled alongside ladies in elegant corsets, all moving with purpose beneath the pale afternoon sun.
