looking for people to k*ll but found nothing

A dry, hollow rustle drifted down from above. You thought I belonged in that vast, haunted library, but I do not need endless halls to seek the scent of dried paper. I dropped low, sweeping my long arms across the floor until my knuckles struck dense, vertical wood. A bookshelf. I let out a sharp click into the grain; the sound bounded back instantly, mapping thick uprights and stacked horizontal ledges. Reaching upward, my fingers curled around the edge of a stray, cloth-bound volume resting tilted on the lowest shelf. I hauled it free and pressed its spine against my chest, feeling the quiet, muffled thrum of compacted dust within.