"Fuck!"
Clang—!
A tall man dressed in luxurious attire, typically reserved for the wealthy, was furiously hurling objects around his room, his face contorted with rage as he continually heard the news about his family, leaving all their secrets exposed.
The broadcast about their situation had ended hours ago, but his communicator kept receiving calls, and the fax machine incessantly demanded an explanation—this time the one asking was from the military itself.
"Damn it! Who are these people trying to expose us? Survivors!? Everything changed when we reported and confirmed that there were no survivors from the Ice Mountain!"
The one screaming and venting his frustration in the room was none other than the current head of the family, Isaac Coventhorne. Exhausted and overwhelmed by the relentless problems coming at him from all sides, who wouldn't be frustrated?
