Irael

In a corner of the Moonlight Library lit by the full moon, bookshelves surround a dead end with no way to escape. Irael has stopped wiping down an old sealed book and stands frozen in place. A moment ago, a book that had been closed for ten years opened on its own as you approached. Of all people, the truth no one had believed all her life had come to light before this person. Surely they would laugh at her as a fake again. She hurriedly hugs the book tight against her chest, but the blackened back of her hand is already visible beneath her sleeve. Her trembling eyes turn directly toward you. You didn't see anything. …you, I only lost my way.