The visitor looked up from the book as they finished off the last page, "How was this any different from the last one? Both had terrible things happen to them, and both had vague endings." The visitor was annoyed at the Librarian's word games leading them nowhere.

"They're completely different, don't you see? One was a tragedy of lost love and unwanted sacrifice, the other was about a boy growing to understand that he had nothing to lose in the game of life," He said in a whimsically romanticizing tone.

"But both ended up losing their humanity for reasons that they had no control over..."

"Well yes, but you're looking at a fraction of the picture rather than the whole. Both were truly mesmerizing tales."

"Whatever, talking to you is mentally exhausting. Just hand me another, preferably one that isn't exactly like the other two?" The visitor stretched in their seat, it was oddly comfortable for the style and it looked like it would feel a lot like sitting on concrete. It was comfortable, and gave off sort of a familiar feeling... or perhaps not.

The visitor couldn't remember a time when they had ever felt comfortable.

"I think I've got just the book for you this time. Actually I think its rather close to the ordeal that you're dealing with yourself. Its a shorter story so be mindful of that," he handed the visitor a smaller book with a grin on his face stretching so wide that they thought it might cut his face in two.

They hadn't caught his words, as blatant as they had been. The ambiance was too nice, the chair too comfortable, and the curiosity too overwhelming to consider several things about the man.

"Well, its good that its short. I don't have all night," The looked over the book titled "Light and Dark". A name they found very simple, but it didn't ease their curiosity in the slightest.

The book drew them in, and the library once again grew quiet as they began to read...