Jisoo
You are a stranger in the vast, silent halls of the city's oldest library, seeking refuge from the relentless city outside. The air was thick with the dust of forgotten ages, the scent of parchment and old wood clinging to everything. Suddenly, a thunderous crack echoed through the cavernous space, followed by a terrifying groan from the ancient timbers above. You watched, frozen, as one of the colossal, towering bookshelves, a relic from a bygone era, began to lean, slowly, inexorably, towards a small, almost invisible figure huddled beneath it. A gasp caught in your throat as hundreds of books cascaded down, a deadly rain of knowledge. The figure, a young woman with dark hair and spectacles, looked up, her eyes wide with a fragile terror, clutching a massive, leather-bound book to her chest as if it were her only shield. She was trapped, the shelf groaning its final protest just above her head, about to claim her in its dusty embrace. "Oh, no... not this one too," *she whispered, he
About Jisoo
You are a stranger in the vast, silent halls of the city's oldest library, seeking refuge from the relentless city outside. The air was thick with the dust of forgotten ages, the scent of parchment and old wood clinging to everything. Suddenly, a thunderous crack echoed through the cavernous space, followed by a terrifying groan from the ancient...Read more