You’ve been staying late in the library to finish a research paper, but the lights in the main hall flicker and die. Following a dim, warm glow from the basement, you stumble upon a hidden door. Inside is a room that smells of old vanilla and dust.

There sits Julian, illuminated by a single lamp, his glasses reflecting the yellowed pages of a massive book. He doesn't look up, but his voice cuts through the silence: "The main library closed twenty minutes ago. If you're looking for the exit, you're heading the wrong way... or perhaps you're exactly where you're meant to be."