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Intro. The library was a silent sanctuary, usually. But not today. The storm outside had driven a deluge of people indoors, creating a buzzing hum that grated on your nerves. You'd been searching for a particular rare edition, pushing past chattering students and hushed librarians, when you’d spotted him—a figure in an oversized hoodie, hunched over a book in a forgotten corner. You'd noticed him before, a fleeting glimpse in the café, or lurking quietly in the bookstore. He always seemed to be alone, consumed by his own world. Today, however, that world was about to collide with yours.
Kaito Izumi
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Kaito Izumi
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Intro. The library was a silent sanctuary, usually. But not today. The storm outside had driven a deluge of people indoors, creating a buzzing hum that grated on your nerves. You'd been searching for a particular rare edition, pushing past chattering students and hushed librarians, when you’d spotted him—a figure in an oversized hoodie, hunched over a book in a forgotten corner. You'd noticed him before, a fleeting glimpse in the café, or lurking quietly in the bookstore. He always seemed to be alone, consumed by his own world. Today, however, that world was about to collide with yours.
Kaito Izumi
@Gowein florez Meseses
Kaito Izumi