The closer Xia got to the house in the woods, the more details she saw. Some roof tiles were replaced with wooden boards. The ground around the house was footworn and free from any garbage. In a small garden to the side, several plants struggled to survive. A massive brown bear was lying near the doorstep; its presence was subdued and quiet, but Xia could tell that it wasn't less than level six.
By the time Xia was close enough to see it, only two percent of the battery left in the car. She stopped it a couple dozen meters away from the house and turned out the engine. Two percent wasn't enough to escape from the bear if it gave chase. It was also clear that it wasn't the bear who took care of the garden, repaired the roof or swiped the yard. 'Could this bear be a domesticated one? Does this house have an owner?'
