In the library at midnight, the lights went out.
He walked into that old building for a daily salary of 800, thinking it was just an ordinary night job.
Until the day shift administrator handed him a dark red book and asked him to turn to the last page.
He didn't turn it over.
Because that person has no shadow.
The book cracked open on its own, and countless eyes opened in the darkness.
The moment his face was about to be pressed into the book's mouth, a bronze token flew out from the depths of the bookshelf, recognizing him as the master.
At dawn, the library became an empty space.
From then on, there was one less unemployed young man in the world, and one more person who walked at night with orders.
The evil things grow teeth in the dark, and the seals loosen in the gaps.
He held the token and walked step by step into the depths of the night.
——And on the last page of the book he suppressed, two words slowly appeared:
Thanks.
