Ethan was seated in a plush armchair, surrounded by a room that seemed like a dream come true for any book lover. The walls were lined with shelves stretching from floor to ceiling, overflowing with meticulously arranged books. Their spines formed a mosaic of colors—an eclectic mix of classics, scientific manuals, manga, and light novels. A large window let in a soft, golden light, seemingly calibrated to provide optimal visual comfort.
He still couldn't believe he was here, in the villa of Mr. X, a figure as enigmatic as he was intimidating. But what made the moment even more surreal was the man himself.
