As Petunia delved deeper into the book, her finger brushed against a razor-sharp
edge, causing a small cut. A drop of crimson blood fell onto the pages, merging with
the ancient ink. Suddenly, a surge of energy coursed through her body, a tingling
sensation that seemed to emanate from the book itself.
In that fleeting moment, Petunia's surroundings blurred, and the library faded into obscurity. Overwhelmed by a wave of dizziness, she stumbled and found herself
collapsing in a corner of the library, the book slipping from her grasp. The world around her spun as darkness closed in, leaving her unconscious and unknowing of the profound consequences her encounter with the book would unleash.
As Petunia's eyes fluttered open, she was met with a pounding headache that seemed
to throb in sync with her racing heart. Confusion clouded her thoughts as she tried to piece together what had transpired. Slowly, she sat up, her body feeling heavy and disoriented.
Her gaze wandered to the window, only to find the darkness of the night enveloping
the world outside. The absence of any light suggested that it was the late hours of the
night, far beyond the usual closing time of the library. A sense of unease settled in her
chest, amplifying her growing anxiety.
Silence hung heavily in the air, broken only by the faint sound of her own breathing.
The library, once bustling with activity, now felt hauntingly empty. No librarian was in
sight, and the hushed stillness only intensified her feelings of isolation. She wondered where everyone had gone, why she was left alone in this strange, muted world.
With a glimmer of hope, Petunia made her way to the door, her fingers grasping the
handle in anticipation. But to her dismay, the door remained firmly shut, refusing to
yield to her efforts.
She was locked inside the library.