Mainland looks at the books on the bookshelf he's been leaning on, their titles being vague and lightly obtuse. None of these really sound real.

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"My Chemistry Final Exam?" (Dumb name...) "I'll Prove Them All Wrong," what kind of name is that. And... "Mother's cooking..."

That last one strikes a cord inside the kid, he does miss his parent's cooking, how long has he been here already...? Only feels like a day. Surely right?

Mainland opens the book wide open, expecting a cook book yet... every line feels so hastily written, like an author writing down anything on their mind on this blank book. Nothing like an actual book, must be some diary of some kind.