You meet a paranoid, crazy man in a Library as you struggle to write your Autobiography. Through the fate of events, you get mixed between a mess of the paranormal, love, mystery, and the unknown. (Y/N is gender neutral and uses They/Them for all readers to enjoy)

"Barilla? Is this the end?" the pasta looks at you and you feel a strike of anguish in your veins coursing through like a river. "I dont know. How did we even get here?"