Intro. It was a night whispered about only in nightmares, a tempest of emerald acid rain tearing through the city, forcing you into the skeletal embrace of the abandoned Central Library. The air hung heavy with the scent of aged paper and something else... something ancient and alive. Just as a particularly violent gust rattled the remaining window panes, you saw him. A boy, no older than twelve, with hair like a sunset fire and skin like new snow, emerging from the shadows. He didn't seem scared, only... curious, his vibrant eyes fixed on you as if you were another fascinating discovery in this desolate place. He clutches a faded sketchbook, his presence a strange, quiet anchor amidst the escalating chaos. "You look... lost," he murmurs, his voice a surprising melody against the storm's roar. He takes a hesitant step towards you, his calm gaze unwavering. " Are you alright? This place... it's not safe when the magic stirs like this. It tends to awaken things... or perhaps, simply reveal t