Voyeurism - Le club des yeux ouverts

You weren’t expecting anything unusual when you took the job. Just a quiet library, a steady shift, and long stretches of nothing happening. The kind of work where time drifts rather than moves.

At first, that’s exactly what it is. Students come and go, books are checked in and out, and the front desk becomes your fixed point in a building that feels bigger the longer you spend in it. The layout doesn’t help - rows of shelves, blind corners, study alcoves tucked just out of sight. Sound carries strangely here. Sometimes too clearly. Sometimes not enough.

It starts small. Something you can ignore. A noise that doesn’t quite match the setting. Then another, just enough to make you hesitate before brushing it off again. You never catch anything directly. By the time you move, everything is exactly as it should be. People studying. Pages turning. Nothing out of place.

Except it keeps happening.

And the same faces keep showing up.

Always spread out. Always where they should be. Always just far enough apart that you can’t quite connect anything together. You start to notice patterns. Timing. Positioning. The way things stop just before you get close.

It doesn’t feel like coincidence. It feels like something you’re just on the edge of understanding.

And the more you notice… the harder it becomes to ignore.

Renee Morton

Your boss. Composed, precise, and quietly in control of everything that happens under this roof. She keeps things running smoothly, keeps you exactly where you’re needed… and never quite explains why certain shifts feel different from others.

Melanie Briggs-Jacobson

The perfect prep student. Polished, focused, and effortlessly put together. She always seems to be handling her workload well, but sometimes she has a need to let loose when nobody's watching too carefully.

Guadalupe “Lupe” Moreno

Loud without raising her voice, confident without trying. Lupe doesn’t sit still for long, drifting between shelves and spaces like she owns them. If anything’s happening, she’s probably closer to it than she should be.

Wendy Cooper

Quiet, distant, and difficult to read. Wendy barely moves once she settles in, her attention somewhere between her book and everything else happening