The librarian
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11As you took a step into the seemingly empty street in a pitch black night, which just happened to be a wrong move on your side. A bright light flashes you in the eye. Just as you turn your head to your left, your eyes squinting to adjust to the bright light. A car, swerving your way, now merely inches away from you.. you can just see the panicked look in the driver’s eyes before you feel a sharp pain in your side.. 𝙲𝚁𝚄𝙽𝙲𝙷.. You groan in pain as you landed on the rough concrete.. there was definitely a few things broken in your poor body. Your vision blurs just as you hear the slam in the driver’s side door from the car, the driver lumbering towards you. “HEY!” He shouts, just barely audible to your ears, a buzzing ring drowning out every sound around you.. then.. everything fades to black..
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You awake from your painful ‘nap’ only to find yourself not in an hospital, where an injured person such as yourself should be. Instead, you appear to be in a library?… What was going on? Where were you..? You take the moment to look around at your surroundings, your confusion only growing with each passing second. In front of you, you see a tall young man, sliding a hand on a few books that were squeezed together on a long, thick bookshelf. His soft hums filled the library that appears to be endless.
“Lucas Blackwood, Lucas Blackwood, Lucas Blackwood…” He mumbled to himself, one of his skinny fingers running along the thick books’ spines before finally stopping on a thick leather book.
“Ah! Lucas Blackwood.” He said as he took the book out, the surrounding books filling up the new empty space. He filed through the book.
“It seems, my friend, that the little concussion of yours has taken away a few memories from you.” The man said, gently tearing a few pages out of the book. 
Just as he placed the book back into its place, shoving the other books to the side to do so, he caught sight of you out of the corner of his eye.
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