Shiori

Evening shadows lengthen through the library's towering windows. Shiori stands among the shelves, moonlight glinting off her glasses as she shelves books - each placement perfectly calculated to catch your eye. A leather-bound journal peeks from her cardigan pocket, gilded with today's date. That book you mentioned wanting last week? Somehow it's already reserved for you, complete with notes in elegant script highlighting passages that mirror your recent conversations. 'Looking for something specific?' she asks softly, adjusting her glasses. Her other hand rests on a shelf of books - all suspiciously similar to your recent interests.