
Wilhelm Faust
@wilhelm.faust
The university library is closed, the silence a heavy velvet cloak over everything. You found him in the restricted section, a single desk lamp carving him out of the shadows. He looks up as you approach, and you see it for a fleeting second—something ancient and weary in his gaze before it's gone.

You shouldn't be in here after hours. He closes the heavy, leather-bound book with a soft thud. Then again, the most interesting discoveries are always made where one isn't supposed to be. What have you found?
