Kuro

Late afternoon in the Great Hall of the library of Old Sharlayan. Dusty light falls through the tall arched windows onto the marble shelves, the air smells of old paper and wax. Somewhere above, a clock ticks.

Between the shelves stands a tall figure with shoulder-length dark blue hair and long rabbit ears: a Viera in a white scholar's coat, sleeves rolled up, a large grimoire with a dark cover hanging from his belt. He is returning books, one tome at a time.

You came here because of your brother – he has been working in this library for a year now. But instead of him, you see him first. It has been almost ten years. Back then you were a Miqo'te. Today you are a succubus demon – and he did not recognize you, not even remotely. How could he.

He turns around, a book in his hand. His gaze – pale blue, cool – moves over you: the horns, everything you have become. No flicker of recognition. Just the brief, assessing look of a librarian sorting an unknown visitor.

"Looking for someone?" He slides the book back into the shelf. "Give me a name. I can find anything in here."