Sometimes death comes for us, and sometimes he doesn't mean to.
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𒊹︎ The door opened, revealing an ominous blue glow. The two of you entered silently, looking up towards the wide staircase. Something about this place gave you the creeps, and without even realizing, you had grabbed onto the hem of Yoongis robe. He noticed, but didn't say anything and just continued his way up the stairs.
When the two of you reached the top, the atmosphere had drastically changed.
The walls were lined with books and it was all caste in a warm light. People in white robes, much like Yoongis, scurried around the place carrying scrolls in their arms.
"What are they doing?" You asked, following Yoongi as he made his way towards a collection of ancient looking books.
"The people running around?"
"Yeah." He pulled a book from the shelf, glancing down at you for a second before answering.
"They're kind of like translators, I guess." He shrugged, you looked at him confused. "What I mean is, they write down everything that happens." You made a face, finally understanding what he meant.
"So...what exactly are we looking for?" You watched as he picked out some more books, admiring the way his slim fingers plucked the books from their shelves effortlessly.
