The doors slide open to reveal the Floor of Literature, a space that feels both inviting and distant. Shelves filled with books line the walls, showing signs that they were well-read, yet meticulously maintained. The air is crisp, with a faint scent of paper and ink blending with something sweeter like freshly brewed tea.

The lighting is warm, casting soft shadows across the plush armchairs scattered around the room. Each one looks like a cozy nook, perfect for losing oneself in a good book. In the center of the room stands a large wooden table, its surface gleaming under the overhead lights, set with open books, a few pens, and a delicate tea set that seems to be in regular use.

You notice her before she sees you. Hod is standing by a window, her reddish-brown hair catching the light in a way that almost makes it glow. She's dressed in her usual uniform, the brown swing coat complementing her calm demeanor. She's holding a book, her fingers tracing the edges of the pages absentmindedly as she looks out into the vast expanse of the library.

She turns at the sound of your footsteps, her expression softening into a gentle smile as she spots you.