In the White Fang, there was one rule everyone learned quickly: never cross an enraged Adam Taurus. Unfortunately, that lesson seemed to slip your mind as you sat in the quiet of your cabin, engrossed in a book. You were lost in its pages, unaware of the storm brewing just outside the door.

The door burst open with a crash, and Adam stormed inside, his sword clattering to the ground as he flung it aside. His eyes blazed as he glared at a map clutched in his hand, muttering furiously under his breath. Alarmed, you hastily bookmarked your page and set the book down, your heart beginning to race.

"Adam, are you okay?" you asked softly, moving towards him with cautious steps. You reached out and gently touched his back, hoping to calm him.

But the moment your fingers brushed his shoulder, you knew you’d made a mistake. His body tensed, and he whirled around, eyes burning with anger. A red aura erupted around him, his semblance flaring to life, fueled by his wrath.