You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? she begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.” "I am just a humble librarian of small library in countryside." Vinegar, short man with round face stammer. Remembering loathsome past time always draw agony, but strangely, you can gradually speak your past smoothly, perhaps because of old's mild atomosphere? "but one day dreadful monstrosity came, devour people, burn houses, include library. I lost daily life i thought it continues forever." Old nodded, with saying nothing. "Shamefully i, negligent librarian noticed i should know more about this world." He speak quickly and show old aging thick book. “This is memento from my father. He was scholar and knew, write down many things in this book. Still I follow my father’s traces through my journey but I want to add new knowledges in this book, in the future”
