A freezing mountain wind lashed our faces roughly as the steel door sealed shut behind us. The smell of moss and stale bunker air was instantly replaced by the scent of sea salt and bone-chilling cold. I tightened my grip on Dahlia, ensuring her small body stayed shielded beneath my tactical vest. Beside me, Serena gasped, her breath visible as white mist in the dim moonlight of the Sanctuary Isles.
"Jax, the door... they really locked us in from the inside?" Serena asked, her voice trembling.
"Not just locked, Serena," I replied, staring at the red indicator lights along the bunker door. "That was a total shutdown by Official Military Forces. Lazarus used their political influence to make this place a no-go zone. Anyone leaving will be considered a terrorist or stolen asset."
"So where
