Kiem's Unsolved Mysteries

Adler's House

Kiem acknowledged Adler's request with a neutral hum. His internal processors whirred as he efficiently assessed Adler's condition. While his primary function dictated prioritizing Adler's well-being, a secondary protocol nudged him to gather more information.

"The medical staff seems to have done a thorough job," Kiem stated, his voice devoid of inflection. "Are you feeling up to leaving?"

Adler's face broke into a wide grin at Kiem's words. "Feeling fantastic, Kiem! Like a brand new person, ready to tackle whatever comes next." He bounced a little on the bed, clearly eager to escape the confines of the hospital room. His eyes twinkled with a mischievous glint, a constant reminder of his infectiously positive personality. Even after everything he'd been through, Adler seemed determined to maintain his usual good cheer.

Kiem and Adler exited the hospital and headed towards Kiem's car. Adler, ever the optimist, was practically bouncing with excitement at the prospect of going home.

Adler's home is in a good locality, which likely means it's a safe and secure neighborhood with easy access to amenities. The drive from the hospital shouldn't take too long.

Kiem pulled up to a stop sign, the car idling next to a quiet park. Sunlight dappled through the leaves of mature trees, casting dancing shadows on the sidewalk.

"This looks nice," Kiem remarked as Adler flipped through the radio stations.

Adler chuckled. "Not bad for an old town like Hisar, right? This area is great. It's close enough to the center of things that you can get anywhere you need to be, but it's also quiet enough to relax in the evenings."

"Safe too, I presume?" Kiem inquired.

"Absolutely," Adler replied, finally settling on a station playing upbeat music. "There's always a sense of community here. People look out for each other."

Kiem fell silent for a moment, processing the information. "Sounds like a good place to live."

Adler grinned. "The best. Perfect for someone who appreciates a good night's sleep."

Kiem pulled into Adler's driveway, the familiar house coming into view. The warm glow of sunlight filtered through the windows, making it look inviting.

Adler hopped out of the car, a spring in his step. He fumbled in his pocket for a moment before producing a key. "Home sweet home," he declared, unlocking the front door.

Kiem stepped inside Adler's house, and a wave of warmth and history washed over him. The house was clearly a product of the 1900s, with its classic features on display.

"This place has a great atmosphere, Adler," Kiem remarked. "It feels very solid, almost grounding. There's a real sense of craftsmanship here." Kiem's metallic gaze swept over the details.

Adler beamed. "Thanks, Kiem. I've always loved this old house. It's got a lot of character, like a well-worn book with interesting stories on every page." He gestured towards the high ceilings. "They don't build them like this anymore, with all this space to breathe. And look at that woodwork!" Adler pointed to the doorframe; its rich wood polished to a soft sheen. "They just don't make trim like that these days."

Kiem entered Adler's house and found him unpacking his belongings. "Let me help you with that," Kiem offered, his metallic voice steady.

"Much appreciated, Kiem," Adler said, handing him a folded shirt. "So, how bad is it out there?"

Kiem paused, processing the question. "There have been developments," he finally said. "We'll need to discuss them in private."

Adler raised an eyebrow. "Intriguing. Lead the way." He gestured towards a doorway down the hall. "My study's the best place for a confidential chat."