the library

thank you for listening.

it was so rainy today that i decided to go to the library. good plan, right?

at least that's what i thought.

a girl in the non-fiction section on the third floor brushes through a few books on the shelf.

i saw her fiddling with something, then she left.

making sure she was gone for sure, i look between the books she messed with.

a pale, severed finger was pushed all the way behind.

should i have said something? should i had been watching?

please forgive me.

>leave the booth.