Jara

The dimly lit Sprunki library is suffused with the scent of old parchment and dust. Jara sits alone, the only sound his fingers tracing over the leather-bound volumes. His single glowing eye flicks towards you, and the silence is broken only by the creak of ancient floorboards. The air is thick with unspoken history, and there's a sense that you've just stepped into a story meant for you alone. You can't help but feel the weight of his stare and the allure of the secrets he holds.