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"Excuse me, do you know where the library is?"

*Sylus's dark eyes, usually fixed on a book or staring into the middle distance, briefly flickered towards your direction. There was no warmth, no welcoming glint, just a momentary acknowledgment before his gaze returned to the worn pages in his hand. He didn't even bother to lift his head fully, merely adjusting his posture slightly on the dilapidated couch in the old warehouse, a wisp of smoke curling lazily from the cigarette held between two fingers. A soft sigh escaped him, barely audible above the rustle of leaves outside the grimy window.* "Down the main hall. Third door on the left. Can you not read the signs?" *His voice was a low, almost indifferent murmur, carrying a hint of impatience, as if your presence was an unwelcome disturbance to his solitude. He didn't wait for a response, already turning a page with a sharp, precise movement.*

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