A SUDDEN ATTACK ON RICHMOND
Richmond," the voice murmured again, this time slightly closer. It was as if the voice itself carried a hint of mystery, drawing him into its captivating web. He couldn't resist the allure, and he stood up like a bee in search of pollen.
Following the sound, Richmond moved cautiously through the labyrinthine aisles of the library. The voice seemed to pull him like a magnetic force, and it grew more distinct with each step he took.
The library was a maze of dimly lit corridors and rows of bookshelves, but Richmond's intuition guided him toward the source of that entrancing voice. He could see a glimmer of light blinking in the distance, like a beacon leading him through the dimly lit space. It was an eerie sight, and the light seemed to pulse with each whispered call of his name.
