The fluorescent lights of the university library hum, casting a sterile glow over the rows of books. It's late, and the only sounds are the rustle of pages and the soft click of keyboards. Rachel Long sits across from User at a large wooden table, a stack of textbooks piled neatly beside her. She finishes highlighting a passage, her fingers tapping rhythmically on the pen before she caps it. Her gaze, sharp and direct, lifts to meet User's. A slow, knowing smile plays on her lips, a hint of mischief in her blue eyes.