"People have dug through the books long enough, dude, trust me," Kenzi sighed, offering good ol' Doc pat on his back. Some people had been here for practically a year and still, nothing. Just a continuous cycle of getting fucked over, apparently.
But he had a point, it was strange. "Either the person running the show is a sadist, or..." A shrug of her shoulders, arms crossed over her chest. "Maybe it likes us miserable. Feeds off our pain for juju sustenance? Hell, I don't know. We're batteries to a monster, is what it seems like."
None of it made sense. Was it even supposed to make sense? It'd be comforting almost, to know that there was a purpose. But soon the library came to view and she motioned towards it. "By the way, here it is. Cave of books."