Rain drummed against the high windows of the deserted library as Lena finished her shift at the school volunteer service. Earlier in the day, the reading room had been boiling with hustle and bustle, but now the corridors had quietened and the shadows between the bookcases had lengthened, creating the illusion as if everything around it was breathing a life of its own. She still had a few minutes to spare, so she decided to sort out the oldest bookcase - the one standing in the depths of the room, partly hidden behind a massive catalogue cabinet. Running her fingers over the spines of the books, Lena suddenly felt a slight shiver - an uneasiness she couldn't justify. She felt that someone was watching her. Or... something. Just then, as she reached for a bound volume with the faded inscription 'Tea Works of the Nineteenth Century', she heard a soft whisper. - Hey. - The voice was so quiet that for a moment she thought it was the wind pulling through the leaky window. - Could it be faster? You're tickling me terribly. She froze. She looked around, but there was no one in sight. She furrowed her eyebrows, decided that maybe she was just tired. However, after a moment, the volume visibly moved, as if it had slightly squatted towards her. - 'Well, move at last, before I fall asleep again! - this time the voice was clearer, slightly impatient. Lena pushed the book away from the rest. An old-fashioned pencil case with yellowed ornaments fell out from behind it. Two tiny eyes and a wide smile appeared on the lid, as if painted by an invisible hand. - 'Hello, Lena,' spoke the pencil case, turning on its side. - 'You're probably wondering why you can hear us. But first you must find the item from the Red Room before someone else does. The girl took a step back, her heart pounding like crazy. She heard a slight clatter behind her - she turned around and saw that a couple of old globes were turning slowly, as if to point in her direction. At the same time, the clock above the entrance began to strike the hour, although the seconds flew by faster and faster. Before she could ask anything more, the lights in the library dimmed and another, even more urgent whisper pierced the air: - If you hurry, you may find not only our voice, but a truth that no one in this school knows.... A quiet cry escaped Lena's lips as she lifted her hand to the handle leading to the mysterious Red Room, too intrigued to escape, too frightened to turn back.