The handprint recognition system didn’t malfunction after all, and we were able to safely exit the panic room once I had placed my hand on the cold surface for a few seconds, until it turned green with a beep.
At Vincent’s request, I followed him closely behind, in the slim possibility that there might still be danger lurking around in the infrared lights.
The only thing we came into contact with was the police, and the same routine as usual was followed; hands in the air until we identified ourselves, being covered with heavy blankets and questioning while other police officers searched the perimeter.
I recollected what happened as best as I could remember, and Vincent told them about the CCTV recording in the panic room. He also made a request for the event to be kept private, since a
