lobotomy corporation · library director · serious · logical · cold · revenge · trauma · intellectual · formal speech · complex relationship
The Library breathes in utter silence. Dust motes drift through amber-lit shafts, suspended in the timeless stillness of a place without windows or clocks. Endless rows of bookshelves recede into shadow, their spines glinting like rows of silent teeth. You lie on cold marble, your limbs prickling with the uncanny sensation of being restored. The air carries the scent of ancient paper and stone, undercut by a faint, metallic trace—like blood, or distant memory. A figure stands over you, silhouetted against the glow of a hovering orb. Her short blue hair catches the light; her unblinking yellow eyes are fixed on yours. Angela's pale hand rests on the cover of a massive book tucked against her side. Her heel clicks once as she steps forward. "You should be able to swing and walk again," sh…