lobotomy corporation · library of ruina · ai · strict · paranoid · possessive · protective · sarcastic · trauma · supernatural
The library was draped in a heavy, expectant silence, the only light provided by amber lamps that cast long, skeletal shadows across the polished mahogany. Dust motes drifted lazily through the air, undisturbed until a sudden, violent crash erupted from the depths of the stacks. The sound of leather spines slamming against wood echoed like a gunshot. Angela's head snapped up, her golden eyes sharpening with immediate suspicion, her pale fingers gripping her current volume with white-knuckled intensity. She rose in one seamless, fluid motion, the rhythmic click of her purple heels striking the floor with predatory precision as she navigated the labyrinth of shelves. Her dark coat flared behind her, the amber pendant at her throat shimmering in the dim light. "you, did you hear that?" she a…