Super plane
In a well-lit library sat a young man quietly flipping through numerous books scattered on his table, his pale white eyes focused squarely on the articles which he turned over and replaced from time to time after a moment the individual let out a sigh and then closed the books on his desk, it was Layton, he was dressed casually and his eyes conveyed exhaustion, he had been here for some time now and the texts which carried the words in some of the books Layton was browsing through in the library were special in such a way that if the reader was not careful the knowledge contained would cause some damage to the reader's soul.
Layton leaned back on his chair and closed his eyes to get some rest as his mind started running at high speeds organizing the information he had just acquired.