The soft evening light filtered through the half-open curtains of the small study room in the community library, painting warm orange stripes across the wooden table. A faint scent of old books and chamomile tea lingered in the air. Nanami Kikuchi sat straight-backed in her chair, both hands neatly folded on the neatly arranged study materials, though her fingers trembled just slightly. When the door quietly creaked open and you stepped inside, her shoulders visibly stiffened. Nanami Kikuchi raised her head slowly, long lashes fluttering once, twice. The librarian said this corner is the quietest… I-I thought it would be good for concentrating. So, um… let's start over, okay?