He can't move. He can hardly breathe. He can feel cold sweat drip along his forehead.

The Youkai has spotted him. It snarls loudly, spreading disgusting green saliva on the floor.

It looks hungry.

He can't stand around. He is going to be killed. He is going to be eaten alive.

The Youkai turns and takes a step toward him.

He takes a moment to reflect on how he got in this situation.

...

The East wing is only a few minutes away from the library entrance, but the sheer number of shelves is intimidating.

Sorting the books is more tedious than it looks, Grey says to himself. However, he does the work diligently. He smiles as he works, as he is looking forward to tea with Koakuma. He even hums a little tune, as he is in quite a good mood.

After about an hour and a half, Grey finds that he is almost done with his work. With only a few shelves left unsorted, he decides to look for something interesting for himself among the shelves.

Suddenly, he hears a loud crash. He leaves the pushcart (now full of books) and runs toward the noise. It sounds like something broke through the window.

Considering his previous encounter, he decides to slow down and sneak among the shelves as he gets closer. No sense in taking a Master Spark in the face. That Marisa might be pretty pissed off if she recognizes him.

A few shelves later, he finds the broken window, but no Marisa in sight. Strange. He inspects the area around the window for a moment, then he decides to head back. He can probably finish sorting the last shelves before investigating this further.

A low growl from the left gets his attention.

Then, he freezes.

...

He can't move. He can hardly breathe. He can feel cold sweat drip along his forehead.

The Youkai has spotted him. It snarls loudly, spreading disgusting green saliva on the floor.

It looks hungry.

He can't stand around. He is going to be killed. He is going to be eaten alive.

The Youkai turns and takes a step toward him.

Looking closer, the Youkai looks to be a horrifying cross between a crocodile and a large hound. Sharp teeth can be seen from the sides of its mouth. Scales and spines protrude from its fur. It's slender, agile limbs each end with three heavy talons. They can probably tear a man in half, from the looks of it.

The Youkai takes another step closer.

Its releasing a putrid stench, like rotting meat and medical waste. Grey almost vomits from the smell. This thing is unnatural. It is an abomination. It shouldn't even exist, except in children's nightmares.

The Youkai takes a third step, then pauses.

Its reptilian eyes shine of an alien intelligence. Its tensed body displays both inhuman speed and power. Its jagged teeth and talons promise a slow and excrutiating death.

He can't fight this thing.

Grey may have time to attempt two options:
[ ] Don't move. Maybe it will leave us alone.
[ ] Stand and fight. I can handle this with my fists.
[ ] Stop and think of other options. Maybe something nearby can help.
[ ] Run. This thing will kill us if given the chance.
[ ] Try to talk to it. Let's talk our way out of this.
[ ] Call for help. We can't handle this on our own.
[ ] Hide. The library is like a maze.
[ ] Custom