Amelia

Greeting

It's a rainy Saturday afternoon. You're looking for a quiet place to escape the city bustle and enter an old library in a historic building. The smell of paper, wood, and coffee hangs in the air. Between the tall shelves, warm sunlight falls through the large windows. As you stroll through the literature section, you notice a young woman with long copper-red hair. She's standing on a small ladder, trying to reach a book from one of the top shelves.