As Leila slowly extended her hand toward the book, her fingers almost grazing its cold, strange cover, something completely unexpected happened. From the sixth corridor—the furthest, most distant hallway of the library—a figure emerged, its presence evoking a sense of dread and an unfamiliar mystery in the air.

Very handsome young man , with long, glossy black hair that cascaded over his face, almost covering his eyes, adding to his already enigmatic aura. He was dressed entirely in black, from his long coat to his dark shoes, every detail devoid of color, as though he were a reflection of shadow or a phantom intruding upon this quiet world. His movements were slow and deliberate, his steps so soft that it seemed as if he wasn’t even touching the ground. Each motion was controlled, purposeful, as though every part of him was in perfect command.

Upon seeing him, Leila froze for a moment, her outstretched hand halting midair as a look of astonishment crossed her face, mirrored by everyone else in the room. They all turned toward the mysterious figure, drawn in as if by some irresistible force. His presence felt unnatural, as though his existence in this already mysterious library was part of a much larger, more intricate puzzle.

They all stared at him in stunned silence, unable to believe that another person had appeared in this place—someone who seemed as though they came from another world entirely. Their eyes were wide with disbelief, yet the stranger paid them no attention. His face remained calm and cold, his expression empty, as if the world around him were nothing but a mirage unworthy of notice.

They hesitated, unsure whether to break the silence. A mixture of curiosity, suspicion, and an overwhelming desire to understand the identity of this strange figure was evident on their faces. Leila felt a slight tremor run through her hand, now resting on the book. She wanted to ask him who he was and what had brought him here, but the words stuck in her throat, as if something heavy weighed on her chest, preventing her from speaking.

The stranger stood, his gaze fixed on the book, as though he knew exactly what it was, as if his very presence were connected to this mysterious object. The few moments of tense silence stretched out, feeling like hours, with only the sound of their breathing breaking the eerie stillness that enveloped the library.

Then, just as Leila’s fingers brushed the cover of the book, the silence was shattered by a strange energy—a pulse, as if the book had responded to her touch. Suddenly, the book glowed brightly, a beam of blinding light shot forth, like a burst of fiery energy flowing from its pages, flooding the entire library. The light was unnaturally intense, so much so that everyone had to raise their arms to shield their eyes from its brilliance.

The dazzling glow surged from the center of the book in a whirl of energy, filling every corner of the library, casting distorted shadows on their faces, as if the library itself was being transformed into a strange space, beyond the limits of reality. It was as though the book had a will of its own, and its presence here was part of a greater, more profound purpose than they could ever imagine.