The snowstorm howled like a feral beast, masking the sounds of movement outside the mansion. From his position in the control room, Daniel's eyes remained locked on the monitors, each one flickering with a view of the chaos brewing at the perimeter. Figures shrouded in winter gear huddled behind makeshift barricades, their movements frantic as they prepared to breach his fortress.
"They're getting desperate," he murmured to himself, fingers darting over the controls to activate a set of traps along the eastern side.
The sharp clang of metal echoed through the halls as Claire stomped into the room, her boots caked with snow. Her presence filled the space, commanding and electric, her body radiating tension. "Jared's not wasting time," she said, her voice low but edged with excitement. "The first wave is coming."
