The House That Held a Secret
Lena had always been drawn to places that whispered stories. Abandoned train stations, forgotten alleys, and homes with histories woven into their walls. But this time, she wasn’t just searching for a story—she was creating her own.
She built her house with precision, each shipping container carefully selected, the glass panels revealing more than just a stunning view. At first glance, it was a modern sanctuary—sleek black steel, warm wooden interiors, a river of stones flowing beneath the deck. But beneath its beauty, hidden in its foundation, was something no one knew.
The design wasn’t just for comfort; it was for protection. The underground section of the house remained unseen, masked by the desert landscape. A place no one could find. No one except Lena.
She never spoke about why she built it this way, nor did she explain why she lived so far from the city. Every visitor admired the home’s open design, unaware that it had been built for isolation. For escape.
One evening, as the last rays of the sun cast golden reflections on the glass walls, a single notification appeared on her encrypted device.
“They found me.”
Lena looked out at the landscape she had made her refuge. The game had begun again. But this time, she was ready.
