When Rose woke the next morning, her body moved before her thoughts did. She swung her legs over the side of the bed and went straight for the laptop. The motion sensor logs were the first thing she checked. Every door, every window—untouched. Not a single breach recorded.
That didn’t make sense. The temperature drops, the camera feed, the crushed garden—something had to have triggered a sensor. Her fingers tapped impatiently as she scrolled through the data again. Still nothing. Disappointed, she sighed and clicked over to the camera footage, her last hope for answers.