The tale of Victor Stein

A magical tome floats upwards slightly haphazardly, barely supporting it's weight as it wobbles over the air it traverses between you and it's previous resting place. The book pauses momentarily before you tilting itself almost as if it's sizing you up before seemingly nodding in approval and opening it's own beaten leather cover, letting the musty frayed pages crackle in contempt as it flutters through itself, finally stopping on a particularly torn and molding page, which interestingly enough contained a full page portrait of a fairly young man, with greasy blonde brown hair, and deep blue eyes which seemed to squint ever so slightly. Obviously the kid had some issues not being addressed here. A short footnote mentioned he was 87/13 optimal rating, whatever that might mean, you choose to disregard it for now.

Upon the next page was a fairly bed time opening line up of "once upon a time" and even a half page portrait above it of some peaceful rolling countryside hills and stone fences dividing them even with little specks of sheep mowing the placid hills. Having seen this a million times you skip ahead a few pages much to the disgruntlement of the book itself. But why read unless it's gonna get good right?