93. "Combat"

POV Andrew

I open the message left at the mansion's door calmly. The paper is a bit damp from the rain, but still legible.

Written on it: “Andrew, be careful.”

What the heck is this? Who left this here? Is it a threat or a warning? I couldn't grasp the underlying message.

I head to security, approaching quickly while still holding the paper in my hand.

“Who left this here?” I ask, displaying the note.

“We don't know, sir. We didn't see anyone suspicious.”

“Someone left this here. Check the cameras. Fast.”

The man, as massive as a door and one of my most trusted guards, literally goes to the door and checks the cameras. I had an extensive surveillance system throughout the mansion, in every corner except bedrooms and bathrooms. I did it for my safety and everyone else's.

My father was obsessed with this. I guess I inherited that trait, through exposure, of course.

“Sir, there's nothing,” he said.

“How can there be nothing? They left this here,” I said, indignant.

“Actually,