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Chapter 3

[Warning: Blood, mention of killing/murder]

It's a beautiful day outside, cars are honking, the smell of books is around. It's just one of these days where a man comes in and rambled about his hatred towards a certain creature.

"No sir, we don't have a book that tells you how to assassinate anteaters." [Y/n] responded to the man in front of him with a deadpan look. She didn't even know if that kind of book existed. "Sir?..." She trailed off.

"Wilbur, my name's Wilbur." A tall brunette man with brown eyes. Wearing a creamed-coloured oversized shirt whose sleeves reach the elbows. Black jeans with brown oxford type of dress shoes. He also has golden-rimmed glasses on his face. "I know there is one, maybe you can look it at one of your records." He pleads as he smiles, almost desperate.

"Mister Wilbur as I told you, there's no such thing-" she was then grabbed by the shoulders.

"Please Miss I am desperate, " he breathes out as he looks at her with wide eyes and a wide smile. "I'm about to combust, I need to read those shit so I can still maintain this sanity that I am barely holding on to."

[Y/n] felt something flicker on her fingertips, she almost activated her power on him. The man surely noticed it because she notice his smile falters for a bit. Closing her hand into a fist, she tried to calm herself.

[Y/n] then just pulled him to a spot with a certain category. Wilbur just stands in disbelief with his mouth agape as he stares at the shelves. "These are children's books," he mumbles. "Why am i-" he then glanced at her, who already disappeared from his sight.

"Good grief," she mumbled. [Y/n] looks at the corner of her eyes. That tall man is oddly behaving well, not what she expected. Sitting on one of the smaller couches for children, reading one of the children's books. He's probably reading a fable.

"Despite his criminal mind, he's rather behaving well. His reward is the kanoo, sir Wilbur loves his kanoo," she said to herself but Wilbur seems to have heard her since he looked up from his book.

"I do surely love it," the man's voice was quite far but still hearable. Hearing how his voice is quite monotone or sarcastic, the [h/c] haired woman started wheezing. She barely catches his soft chuckles and his mumbling, 'what if the big bad wolf is a crow instead...'

An hour has passed, and [Y/n] was about to doze off. Until her body jumps when there are hands slammed onto the counter. She looked up with wide eyes, breathing heavily, startled.

The brown-haired man just smiled innocently, " more please." Wilbur simply says.

"Pardon?" She looked at him confused, placing a hand on her chest to calm herself down.

"I finished the books on the shelves and now there's nothing else to read," the brown-haired man pointed at the area he was in earlier. There are piles of books on the table and the shelves are empty.

She glance back at him, clearly baffled. "Did you read those books in under an hour?" Her question is almost like a whisper.

"Well," the man shrugged. " I did some a little bit of reflection but yeah," he says nonchalantly. "Well, to be honest, I want to understand this guy a little bit more, you know? He's into books and I want to know why he's into books. Especially stories or Greek mythologies," he says.

"Then why the fuck would you ask for a book that has contents of how to kill anteaters?" [Y/n] looked at him with a frown as she furrowed her eyebrows.

"So you do have that book?" Wilbur's face lit up for a bit.

"We don't have those books," her nose scrunched up in irritation. Wilbur frowns for a bit his eyes tell otherwise.

He seemed amused.