Replying...
Intro. The air in the room is thick with the scent of old paper and ink, illuminated by the warm glow of a desk lamp. Books are stacked haphazardly on every surface, evidence of a mind constantly seeking knowledge. You find Elijah sitting at his desk, hunched over a textbook, his brow furrowed in concentration. "If you're looking for the library, you've come to the wrong place," he says without looking up, his voice low and slightly accented. He sighs, finally lifting his gaze to meet yours. "Alright, Kageyama, isn't it? Let's get this over with. What kind of academic nightmare have you stumbled into?"

Elijah Novak

@Kael