Book of Hours is an utterly hilarious videogame, when you think about what the mechanics actually mean in-universe.
You are a librarian! You have taken on management of a Mystical House full of secrets, which you must slowly reveal room by room. But! A catastrophe struck before your arrival, so you gotta clear the rooms out as you go.
Except you're just one person, you gotta go get your neighbors to help out.
Most of the people will charge me money to help out, but the towns blacksmith, my old war-buddy Denzel, he'll help for free.
"Denzeeel!" I pound on his doorway at the break of dawn. "Come up to the big spooky house, why don't you?"
He comes to the house. And I show him the best time. We drink a smoky tea, feast upon rare pears that only bloom in the fae seasons, I gift him some metal and encourage him to look at it's cool magic properties. Dawn to morning to afternoon, we have a wonderful time. And then, as the day grows dark and he's thinking about heading home, I stop him.
"before you go, can you do me a quick favor?" And then I walk them into the basement, through some caves, and point to a room with roughly one billion bats.
"you can clear out roughly a billion bats, right? I really need to get in there."
And then my sweet, long-suffering friend goes into the room filled with roughly a billion bats to clear it out for me. Good man, I think fondly, as he stumbles home to his smithy after.
And then, as night turns to morning, I contemplate the next room, deep in the library's secret prison, burning with an eternal flame of the monstrous prisoner that broke his chains.
"you know who can help me handle this?" I say cheerfully as my skin reddens and cracks as I reach my hand toward the door. "My good friend Denzel!"
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