Vexen jolted upright, hearing a loud crash from what seemed to be the library. He wiped the beads of sweat off his forehead and climbed out of bed, throwing on his bathrobe and heading out into the hall. He walked for a minute or so until he reached the circular room with booshelves lining it and in the middle, oddly resembling a stonehenge of sorts. One of the bookshelves, however, was completely empty save for a few books that had clung to the shelves, the rest piled on top of... something, it's hand sticking out from underneath and it's red hair fanned out, underneath the books. The booshelf itself didn't quite seem stable, and would probably fall in a moment or so.
"...Axel?" Vexen cocked his head to the side and raised an eyebrow curiously, staring at the pile of books.