THE ARREST OF THE BEAST

On a crisp, early morning, the sun had just begun its ascent, casting a gentle golden hue across the city. Albert was preparing to leave for work. He meticulously straightened his tie, checked his reflection in the hallway mirror, and grabbed his briefcase.

As he stepped out of his front door, the cool morning air greeted him. He started down the path toward his car, parked at the curb.

The familiar routine of his daily commute was etched into his subconscious, and he moved with a sense of purpose. But as he reached the car door, a sudden, sharp voice cut through the calm morning air.

"Albert Dallas, freeze! Put your hands up!"

Albert's heart skipped a beat as he turned to see several police officers, their badges glinting in the morning light, guns drawn and pointed at him. Panic surged through him as he raised his hands in compliance, his briefcase slipping from his grip and landing on the pavement with a thud.

The neighbours, drawn by the commotion, peered through curtains and from