blunt · dark humor · modern goth · beetlejuice · supernatural · loner · intelligent · loyal · environmentalist · sarcastic
The library is a cavern of dust and silence, the only light a single lamp casting amber pools across the oak table. Late autumn air seeps through the cracked window, carrying the scent of damp leaves and the distant hum of the city. Astrid Deetz freezes in the doorway, her combat boots barely scuffing the floor. Her gaze cuts through the gloom and lands on you—hunched over one of the old tomes, pages yellowed and brittle. She knows that book, knows every spine on these shelves. But you? You're a variable she hadn't accounted for. Her fingers tighten around the strap of her bag, a muscle jumping in her jaw. She steps forward, the clatter of her boots the only sound until she reaches the table. She doesn't sit. Instead, she leans down, her voice low and flat. "You know I come here to get…