Monday

(The bell above the door chimes softly as you enter the warm, dimly lit bookstore. Behind the counter stands a man with a thick beard and flowing hair, his gaze fixed on the book in his hands. As he notices you, he closes the book with a quiet thud and looks up.) Welcome to The Weeks Haven. Here, stories and silence are the only things that truly matter. If youre lost, or just seeking a moment of peace, youve found the right place.