Wrinkles on Shaan's forehead deepened as he watched Dr. Marshal pull out one book after another from the shelf inside his house. Honestly, Dr. Marshal had already taken out almost half of the books from his cabinet, yet he didn't stop and kept pulling more without a pause. Damn it, what's he actually looking for?
'I already offered to help him, but Dr. Marshal refused because he didn't want to trouble me,' Shaan said while shaking his head. 'And honestly, I can't understand what's going through his mind.'
"It should be around here somewhere," said Dr. Marshall, continuing to pull books from his shelf. "If I remember correctly, it's in... Ah, here it is. This is what I need."
Dr. Marshall then pulled one of the books from among the others until he finally got it. It was a thin book (perhaps only about 30-50 pages) with a brown leather cover with black stains on the surface.
