[ Angela is quiet for a moment, as if rifling through the thousand years of archives stored in her mind. Of course, none of those archives were relevant here, in the barren wastelands of the Outskirt.

The Library wasn't hidden anymore; nor could it be hidden any time soon with Angela still recovering.

Well, there had always been plans for the re-opening...this simply put their schedule ahead for once. A rare occurrence]

It's quite interesting. They're neither distortions nor abnormalities but they understood immediately my lack of humanity meant I was not a fit to consume as part of their diet. I suppose we will need to research them further to place them in the correct category.