Present time
Aaron sat by a small, babbling creek, his gaze fixed on the crystal-clear water as his thoughts whirled in chaotic circles. The weight of his predicament bore down on him, and he couldn't escape the relentless ticking of the clock. Only one week remained to find his remaining three women, or the dire consequences would befall him.
His mind was a tangled mess, and the pressure was suffocating. He couldn't continue like this, his sanity teetering on the edge of a precipice. As his thoughts spiraled out of control, he clenched his fists, nails biting into his palms.
"Is that all you humans can do? Kidnap women without feeding them first?" Julia's voice, laced with irritation, sliced through the turmoil in his mind as she stormed over.
However, as she approached, the anger in her eyes quickly gave way to concern. She saw the torment etched on his face, the strain in his eyes, and the way his shoulders sagged.
