The mansion stood resilient, an imposing fortress encased in frost. Its barriers hummed faintly, casting a faint glow against the oppressive darkness of the frozen apocalypse. Inside, the air was thick with tension.
Daniel leaned over a panel in the control room, his delicate hands dancing over the holographic display. His androgynous features were sharp in the dim light, his focused expression betraying the weight of his calculations. Every alarm, every trap he fine-tuned was another barrier against the chaos swelling outside. Beyond the walls, the muffled thud of distant explosions and sporadic gunfire was a grim reminder of the desperation clawing at the edges of their sanctuary.
