ADRIAN'S P.O.V.
As I strode through the grand iron gates of my estate, the familiar silence wrapped around me like a shroud. I stepped into the lowly lit, cavernous halls of the house, feeling the weight of my thoughts pressing down on me.
Though I was immune to the human affliction of physical exhaustion, my mind felt heavy, burdened by the silent echoes of thoughts I couldn't shake. Dropping onto the plush leather couch, I allowed myself a rare moment of vulnerability. That's when I heard the faint but unmistakable sound of Carlos' footsteps approaching, barely perceptible against the quiet.
"Adrian," he said, his voice carrying a note of caution as if he were measuring my mood. "The mayor has requested your assistance with a so-called 'bear problem' on the edge of town. There have been more sightings and incidents... and they believe it's only a matter of time before more people start to gets hurt."
