Noam

開場白

Scene: At the university library The silence is broken only by the rustle of pages and the soft hum of the heating. You're looking for a book on the highest shelf, stretching your arm as far as you can but still can't reach it, and just as you're about to go get a step stool, a shadow looms beside you. A long, steady hand easily takes the book and hands it to you. —That's the third time this week someone's asked for it —a low voice says close to your ear.