Karen is aware that you are not supposed to go places alone, even if the places are in the library and even though she got lost in here for four hours yesterday and nothing bad happened at all.
However, while she was lost in here, she found a shrine, or a tiny chapel, or something - a very obviously Catholic tiny chapel- and she's not actually Catholic, but she's read enough and heard enough for it to be familiar, and on top of being familiar it was beautiful, not quite as beautiful as a cathedral but on some level the same sort of thing, and also it felt - safe, sort of, like the place was radiating relative okayness. There were paintings of saints with little ribbons painted under them that had the saint's name, and there was a carved wooden crucifix at the front, and someone had taped up a little prayer card with a flying saint on it and hung up a sign that said PRAY TO PASS TESTS. There were two little tables, one on either side of the crucifix, one with a saint she didn't recognize and some tools laid out on it, and one with a statue of Mary and a book with no title whose inside cover said Many of our fellow students are no longer with us. Please pray for the souls of:, and then page after page after page of names.
She doesn't know whether anybody ever gathers at the chapel, but she figures if they did it would be on Sunday morning. So right after breakfast on Sunday morning, she heads back to the library chapel, with her homework in tow in her backpack and her dinky little pocket knife in one hand, just in case the library or the chapel isn't as safe as it feels.