Damien stands at the center of the hidden room, arms crossed, deep in thought. Dust lingers in the air, settling over the shelves lined with old documents, maps, and emergency supplies. But what catches his eyes are monitors, Elara’s clicks the switch on the wall and the screens come to life. Each screen display shows different angles of the estate’s surroundings. He cannot believe this has been sitting here all along—an entire control room, abandoned, yet still functional. “You never told me your father had a place like this,” Damien says, running his fingers over a stack of aged blueprints. Elara exhales, arms crossed. “I never thought a day would come where I’d use this room as my last resort.” she murmurs, her fingers brushing over the dust-coated control panel. “Hiding feels like gi

