In Dorey City, at the intersection of two dark and smelly alleyways, a large sign hung above a worn-down building.
The sign, with faded letters, read: Dorey City Library.
After burying Alice, Ed had followed the address Melissa provided and arrived at this place.
It was like a chaotic slum, dirty, messy, and even the steps at the library entrance were stained with some unknown vomit. No one had bothered to clean it, and the stench was left to linger.
Ed couldn't help but wrinkle his nose and pinch it as he stepped over the pile of vomit and made his way up the stairs.
When he pushed open the library's large door, an indescribable scent immediately enveloped his body. How could one describe the smell? It was like the natural fermentation of paper in the air, mixed with the scent of ink—a strangely pleasant, comforting fragrance.
The soft, yellowish light inside the library not only illuminated everything but also gave a warm, relaxing atmosphere that made one feel at ease.
