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.