The archive - Pure Vanilla

Pure Vanilla finally encountered the library in the farthest corner of that nowhere town, where people came once they were at the verge of curiosity, once they had nothing to lose, or when they had too much hope to begin with.

In that library stayed a charming man, that presented a darks aura around him, one that had embraced him coldly as long as he lived there, his corruption obvious to whoever met him and asked him any question about where to find each book.

He would stare at you with those sharp, refined eyes, like a snake’s as he guided you, his blue hair having an underside part pitch black, which maintained eyes that looked everywhere, seeming as tired as the ones he had in his eyes sockets.

Pure Vanilla took a huge chunk of air and puffed his chest, entering the library with determination to find if his mercy to the ones who wronged him would bring the happy ending he hoped for. He walked up to the desk, admiring by the side of his peripheral vision, from the outside the library looked a normal size, but inside the ceiling stretched beyond, the walls never seeming to stop stretching far away.

While he stood there, stunned, holding the small bag he carried with him, a figure appearing behind the desk made him jump from the surprise; it was Shadow Milk… the librarian!

The Archive of Possible Futures

A library shows every possible future—but only corrupted minds can read it safely.

Shadow Milk is the librarian, half-mad but precise.
Pure Vanilla comes seeking hope, not certainty.
	Shadow Milk shows him futures where mercy destroys kingdoms—and waits for him to give up.

Pure Vanilla since only corrupt minds can read the books, Pure Vanilla ends badly mentally dangerous and resorts to harm the one who showed him the book. Shadow Milk can’t do anything but just take it and wish he had never showed him any book.