||OF BOOKS AND NEW ACQUAINTANCES
The wind was blowing strongly in the silent, but never safe, empty streets of Santa Carla. Distant from the shore - with it's appealing amusement park booths and boardwalk's colourful lightened shops where all the loud young people gathered together to spend the night and have fun - was an old library hidden in full view of one of the too few main streets of the city, forsaken and therefore invisible, by the youth with their technological tools and thirst for quick answers and even quicker passions.
Which was good. In fact great, for a very particular individual: The handsome guy sat silently behind the countertop of said library whose vivid big sapphire hues focused in reading for the hundredth time Saramago's Blindness shabby volume.
The freezing wind crashed violently against the walls, rising slighly the decadent rooftop, but Caim was too focused on his reading to notice. The old dust shelves cracked here and there pleading for readers that never came. Commonly the clients that appeared were two couples, the men played chess, the old pious women gossiped in indiscreet judmental whispers about the last week church devotees' "scandals", usually at Wednesdays, and sometimes some bored students that were obligated to do book school essays just dropped by, thankfully at day time, what meant for Caim, at least, safety.
Those predators outside that place didn't walk in, between the old books there wasn't fresh blood, not that the city itself wasn't already lacking it due the mass reckless murders. But it was one more factor for him to worry and hide: In the absence of humans the youngest of their kind were the prey. And what better than a amnesia guy with too many weaknesses? No, no. Grumpy Old Jenny's library was a sacred place he could never thank the heaven's above enough for.
Perhaps it was the simple fact that Caim was already too used to his routine, or perhaps Blindness was too good for him to pay attention to anything else. Maybe that's why he didn't notice another's arrival until it was too late to escape.
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