The Wellington Mansion
The silent beep of servers filled the sleek security command center, tucked within the Wellington estate's state-of-the-art servants' quarters. Computers lined the walls, each displaying live feeds from cameras strategically placed throughout the mansion. Bard sat at the central console, watching the feeds.
This was not a simple job. As the longest-serving employee of the Wellingtons, Bard oversaw a comprehensive security network. A team of six guards monitored every corner of the estate from here and patrolled the compound in shifts. Despite the modern tools at his disposal, Bard trusted his instincts the most.
Tonight, those instincts were tested.
On the main screen, a replay an earlier footage played—a shadowy figure tampering with the garden gate. The facial recognition software had failed to identify the intruder. The system flagged them as "UNKNOWN," and the image made Bard a bit moody.
