As Zephyr sat at his cluttered kitchen table, nursing his injured finger and wrestling with his growing paranoia, he began to notice something unusual. Newspapers, old and faded, lay scattered across the floor of his cramped apartment. It was as if someone had been trying to send him a message, or perhaps it was just a manifestation of his paranoia.
With a mixture of curiosity and trepidation, he picked up the newspapers and began to flip through them. Some contained cryptic messages, while others seemed to be entirely random. Zephyr couldn't decipher their meaning, but he couldn't shake the feeling that they were somehow connected to the tower and the conspiracy he believed was lurking within.
But as he continued to investigate, he realized that his limited financial resources posed a significant obstacle to his quest for answers. The newspapers provided only fragments of information, and to uncover the truth, he needed access to libraries and archives that were beyond his means.
With determination and a sense of urgency, Zephyr set out to overcome this obstacle. He scoured the city for public libraries, spending long hours poring over dusty books and aging records. His pursuit of knowledge was relentless, fueled by his paranoia and the belief that the answers he sought were buried within the city's history.
Each trip to the library was a small victory, a step closer to unraveling the mysteries he believed surrounded the tower. But it was also a reminder of his financial hardship. He couldn't afford the luxuries of modern research tools or access to restricted archives. Instead, he relied on his determination and resourcefulness, scouring the pages of old books and newspapers for any clues that might confirm his suspicions.
As Zephyr delved deeper into his research, his paranoia intensified. He couldn't shake the feeling that he was being watched, that his every move was monitored by unseen forces. But he pressed on, driven by a relentless need to uncover the truth and protect himself from the perceived dangers lurking in the shadows.
I remember being young and using the library card my nanna had given me and forgetting that I needed to return the book and ended up not going back because I was scared of getting arrested...