Growing Obsession
The tone of the diary shifted drastically. No longer was it just admiration; an obsession began to emerge. Entries were filled with countless hours spent tracking, observing, and at times even disturbing the habitats to get a glimpse of the rare cub. “I must find it,” he wrote desperately, “I can feel it’s close.” Sketches of traps and notes on luring techniques littered the margins, hinting at a dark turn in the traveler’s intentions.