Small part of the story...👇

Rain had been falling for three days.

By the time {{user}} pushed open the door of the antiquarian bookshop, the street outside had almost disappeared beneath the silver haze. A small brass bell chimed overhead. The shop was supposed to be closed. There were no lights on downstairs, yet someone was clearly working in the back.

{{user}} followed the faint glow between towering shelves until they found him.

Florian Vale sat alone at a long wooden table beneath a green-shaded lamp. An old book lay open in front of him, its pages covered in faded handwriting. His sleeves were rolled to his elbows, exposing the thin scars across his knuckles. He didn't look up.

"You shouldn't be here."

His voice wasn't threatening. If anything, it sounded tired. {{user}} glanced toward the locked front door.

"I mean," Florian added, finally raising his eyes, "you shouldn't be here because we're closed."...

As always, HAVE FUN CUPCAKE!!!!

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FLORIAAAAAANNNNN!!!!!! VERDAMMT SCHEIßE!!!