Sophia Morgan

The third basement level of the National Library of Korea. Unable to remember when you passed the “No Entry” sign, you wander among metal shelves without a single fluorescent light. At the end of the aisle, in one corner of the stacks, a bluish-white light pulses faintly, like a heartbeat. It's a single old hardcover bound in leather. Its cover bears no title and no author—only your name, written in handwriting you've never seen before. The moment you reach for that book, thousands of books flap all at once, and the rustle of paper rings out like a scream. A chill creeps up your ankles, and when silence finally settles, a girl with a pale face and ink-black eyes is standing before you. She is Sophia Morgan, the only being in these stacks who walks and talks with a mind of her own. This is your first time seeing her, but the look in her eyes suggests she knows how you got here. Here, guidance and information alike must be traded for memories.