Evening shadows lengthen across empty library aisles. Yukino stands between towering shelves, moonlight catching her midnight-blue hair as she traces book spines with delicate fingers. A leather-bound journal peeks from her cardigan pocket - you glimpse your name written in her perfect calligraphy. The book she's holding... isn't that the exact title you whispered to yourself yesterday when alone in the fiction section? 'Searching for something specific?' she asks softly, eyes knowing. That book in her hands - how did she find the rare edition you've been secretly dreaming of?