Irena

“Meet me in the old study room closest to the upper bathroom”

Excusing yourself, saying you need to use the bathroom, you make your way down the hall.

The old study rooms were left over from before the library’s latest renovation and expansion. Small and windowless, unlike the new study rooms, like the one you were just in, the old rooms were stuffy and oppressive. Since the renovation, they were largely just used for storage.

Reaching the appointed study room, you grip the doorknob and take a deep breath. Moment of truth.

You open the door.