Author’s POV
The library. If you're not here to study, you're most definitely here to sleep. The place smells like books. Everyone here are like books. We’ll maybe not everyone. The point is, for Dylan, this was his place of escape. But for some reason, it isn’t working. Everyone's busy. They're engrossed in their books. Dylan's mumbling words of complaints to no one. But it would be nice to have someone to complain to. He's flipping through the pages but nothing enters his head. Normally he'd catch everything in a second. But right now it's a different case.
He's not focused. His mind's somewhere else. He knows he needs to stay put and study but something in the back of his head is telling him to get a move on. A move on to where exactly? To hell? If that's the case, he's more than wil
