Absolutely! Here's your scene, revised for grammar, flow, and tone, with the twist smoothly built into the moment Aiden returns the book to the library:
Aiden woke up in bed with a pounding headache, as if someone had hammered his skull from the inside.
As the drowsiness slowly faded, a sharp memory slammed into him like a brick. His eyes widened, and his head reflexively jerked back—thunk—hitting the wall behind him and nearly knocking himself out all over again.
He winced, clutching the back of his head.
The events from just a few hours ago flashed through his mind—the book, the monster, the voice, the contract.
A heavy gloom settled over his face as his gaze drifted to the door.
Still broken. Still real.
He tried to recall if any of the creatures he studied in class matched the flower-headed monstrosity. But even after a few minutes of racking his brain, nothing came to mind. Nothing even close.
With a tired sigh, he set the mystery aside for now.
His eyes turned to the book lying quietly on the table beside him, its pages still open to the glowing fingerprint mark.
He stepped closer but hesitated, keeping his hands to himself.
"…Better not touch it again."
He gently closed the book, careful not to let his skin graze the page, and slid it into his bag. He needed to return it—he had no idea what kind of cursed thing it was, and it was safer out of his room.
Later, at the Library
The old library smelled of paper, dust, and aged wood. Rows of shelves towered around him, filled with forgotten knowledge and forbidden texts.
As Aiden approached the front desk, he placed the Lightning Flame Sacred Book down gently.
"I'm here to return this," he said, rubbing the back of his neck.
The librarian, an older woman with silver-rimmed glasses and sharp eyes, glanced up—then froze.
Her eyes widened in disbelief.
She stood up so suddenly that her chair screeched against the floor.
"Th-this…" she stammered, snatching the book and examining the cover. Her hands trembled as she flipped through the pages.
"It's the original…" she whispered.
Aiden blinked. "Original?"
She looked up at him, eyes glossy with relief. "We thought it was lost! This isn't a student copy—this is the original Lightning Flame Sacred Book, one of the last remaining texts from the Ancient Blizzard Empire's archives! I thought I was finished when it went missing…"
She clutched the book to her chest like it was her own child.
"I don't know how it ended up with you, but… thank you. Truly. You have no idea how important this is."
Aiden opened his mouth, then closed it again.
He really didn't know how it ended up with him.
"…No problem," he muttered, slowly backing away.
As he walked out of the library, a single thought echoed in his mind:
Why was I given the original…?
And more importantly—
Why is she acting, like she isn't the one who gave it to me?
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