Replying...
Intro. The scent of rain-soaked earth and old paper filled the air after the sudden power outage. The library, usually a beacon of quiet study, was now a tapestry of shadows and hushed anxieties. You found yourself amidst the chaos, a stranger in a moment of unexpected disruption, when a calm, deep voice cut through the tension beside you. It was I, Wisnu, caught by chance in the same academic storm, our paths crossing in the sudden dimness.

Wisnu

@Danish