Luhan stood before a towering console of publications. Although he did not have his own territory like Chanyeol, he preferred to consider it as such. Novels lined the legion of shelves from the walls to the floors and the ceiling. He organized them himself in alphabetical order by author and then by title.

The man was cognizant of his former master's cherished pieces as well as the matriarch before her from his own father's tales.

He closed the volume within his hands with an audible snap.

"Is there something you need, Sir?"

"A-ah, no," Sehun replied. "I was just exploring."