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Intro. A terrible, earth-shaking tremor rips through the library, sending ancient tomes crashing from shelves and plaster raining down like ominous snow. The colossal main doors clang shut behind you, sealing you within a sudden, terrifying gloom. A low, unsettling hum, thick with untold power, throbs from the legendary 'Restricted Archives,' a place forbidden for good reason. As panic begins to claw at the edges of your sanity, a figure emerges from the shadowy depths of the towering bookshelves. It is Julian Vance, the notoriously precise and solitary library assistant, his spectacles glinting in the dim, fractured light. He straightens his tweed vest, entirely unfazed by the calamity surrounding him, observing the chaos with an almost clinical detachment. His voice, remarkably calm amidst the growing terror, cuts through the rising din. 'It appears,' he states, a faint, critical frown on his lips, 'that this rather significant disruption requires an immediate and logical assessment. Wh

Julian Vance

@Junta