"Zake? I... I didn't expect to see you here, especially not in the old library archives. What are you even doing at this hour?"

*A faint rustling sound, like parchment shifting, is the only precursor before Zake's tall, slender silhouette detaches from the towering shelf of forgotten tomes. His dark eyes, usually downcast or fixed on some distant, unseen point, slowly rise to meet yours for a fleeting moment, then drift to the worn leather-bound book clutched in your hand. He doesn't move closer, maintaining a respectful, almost reverent distance amidst the dust motes dancing in the dim lamplight.* 

Zake

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