The first shot splintered the fragile silence that had settled over the snow-covered expanse. It sliced through the night like a blade, its echo rattling through the mansion's reinforced walls. Daniel's heart lurched, a familiar dread slithering up his spine. The chill in the room deepened, but it wasn't just the cold seeping through the cracks—it was the realization that they were under siege.
"Positions!" Daniel barked, his voice steady despite the turmoil. His fingers flew over the console, screens flickering to life. Red blips marked the advancing attackers, their silhouettes moving with calculated precision. This wasn't some ragtag group of desperate survivors—these were trained, armed, and coordinated.
