The library was shrouded in complete darkness, the only light coming from the slivers that slipped through the slightly open door. As my eyes adjusted, I began to make out the outlines of countless shelves lining the walls, each packed with neatly arranged books. The place had an air of meticulous organization, which was somewhat surprising. I had expected to find tomes scattered haphazardly since a kid had just been there, but instead, the library was perfect.
I felt a pang of guilt as I scanned the room. The kid who owned the tomes was evidently someone who took pride in the place, and the tidiness spoke of their dedication. It made the idea of stealing from him feel a bit more disheartening. Nevertheless, we were here with a purpose, and time was running short. I had my own problems and these tomes could save my life one day.
"The tomes are on the right side, on the last shelf."