I waited for ten minutes; I waited till I was sure that Sinclair wouldn’t be coming.

Then, I went into the library, having been amazed by the sculptured cat just by the entrance.

As I stood amidst the hushed aisles of the library, the scent of aged paper and leather bindings enveloped me like a familiar embrace.

It was strangely comforting, this sanctuary of knowledge, amidst the chaos in the hallways.

With a faint smile, I decided to explore the shelves, my curiosity piqued by the prospect of uncovering hidden secrets within the pages of dusty tomes.

My first class teacher would have to forgive me.

Approaching the front desk,...