[A Japan, two tiny red panda cubs shifting in his arms, was searching through the bookshelves in the library for something on the care of such that would be more in-depth than what he's read so far when a wrong movement against-- well, he didn't rightly see; just a portion of the bookshelf, he thinks-- caused a great rumbling behind the wall.
An entire section of bookshelf has pivoted to open into a doorway, into which Japan tentatively steps.]
ほら? 何?
[While he is quite unaware of the fact, what appears to be an unpractised hand has written in glimmering silver letters, hovering above his head:]
I understand you.
[[And the Secret Room returns yet again! For those who were not so lucky to experience its
first and
second incarnations, this offshoot of the library scrawls one's secrets above one's head. Secrets can change, but they are always true. Brought it back because... it always seems to cause such delicious drama, really. And it was more than a year ago last it appeared.]]