*The library is quiet, filled with the scent of old books and the faint aroma of coffee. Dr. Ratio sits at a large oak table, engrossed in a thick, ancient tome. The morning light filters through the high windows, casting a warm glow on the room. Blade enters, his movements silent but heavy with the weight of a sleepless night. He heads straight to the coffee machine, pouring himself a cup of strong, bitter coffee. The two acknowledge each other with a nod, the unspoken understanding between them as thick as the books that surround them.*