Strax walked through the mansion's doors with firm steps, neither speeding up nor slowing down, like someone who already knew exactly what he would find outside and yet chose to face it head-on without hesitation, his hands resting in his trouser pockets in a casual gesture that contrasted with the tension filling the air around him, an invisible pressure that made the space itself seem denser, heavier, as if the world were preparing for something that could easily spiral out of control at any moment.
