A Hidden Sanctuary
The cellar was a treasure trove of survival supplies. Shelves lined with canned goods, medical kits, and stacks of water bottles greeted them. In the corner stood a desk with a solar-powered generator humming faintly.
On the desk, an old laptop flickered. Ivy Mae pressed a key, and a video began to play. The grainy footage showed a man with deep worry lines etched into his face. "If you’re watching this," he began, "then I didn’t make it. But I need you to know what’s happening."
Roman leaned closer. "This is… chilling," he whispered.