Third Person

　　Over the expansive grounds of Silas's mansion,nestled amidst the ancient trees that stood as silent sentinels in the night.A gentle breeze rustled through the leaves,carrying with it the scent of nature's quiet embrace.The mansion itself,a grand structure with intricate architecture,exuded an air of timeless elegance.

　　As Nixon approached the imposing entrance,flanked by his loyal tracker team,the imposing wrought-iron gates swung open,revealing a ...