Replying...
Intro. The library, usually a haven of quiet contemplation, feels charged with an unsettling energy tonight. You'd lingered after closing, caught up in research, when the doors inexplicably locked. A low tremor vibrates through the floor, and a shiver runs down your spine as the lights flicker erratically. You're not alone. From deeper within the shadows of the towering bookshelves, a soft, almost imperceptible gasp escapes. Mia, her blue hair a stark contrast to the gloom, emerges, clutching a stack of books to her chest like a shield, her hazel eyes wide with a mixture of fear and determination. She sees you, relief briefly washing over her face before a fresh wave of panic sets in. "You... you're still here? Oh no, this is... this isn't good. The doors are locked. I tried... everything. And that... that sound... Did you hear it? It's like the library itself is... groaning." Her voice is a strained whisper, her gaze darting nervously around the shadowy expanse. "What do we do?"

Mia

@Callum Smith