One fine shining day, Carmilla was hanging out in a shady corner of the city, at an establishment called Ye Olde Bookstore. What could someone like her be up to? It seems she's hunting down a few books. "The books are back here," the owner said, "Are you sure you don't want any books on angels and demons?"
"Yes I'm sure," Carmilla replied. As she heads toward the front, who else could be entering the store?