Chapter 5 - The Glass House
He flipped through the folders, his hands stained with concrete dust. His wife hadn't died in an accident. She had been "removed" because she tried to shut down the project. The man in the crawlspace was her former partner, a man named Elias who believed that true architectural brilliance required human suffering.
Suddenly, the steel door to the bunker slammed shut, locking Arthur inside. The oxygen began to hiss out of the room. A monitor on the wall flickered to life, showing a live feed of Elias standing in the middle of Arthur’s living room, holding a detonator.
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"She was a visionary, Arthur," Elias’s voice boomed through the speakers, calm and terrifying. "But she lacked the stomach to finish the experiment. You, however, are showing such beautiful potential for grief."
Arthur looked at the ventilation system above him. He knew every bolt and rivet of this house—he had restored it himself. He grabbed a heavy wrench and slammed it into the emergency pressure release valve he had installed weeks ago, thinking it was just a hobbyist’s precaution. The wall of the bunker groaned. He wasn't trapped; he had built this house to be his fortress, and he knew exactly how to make it collapse on the man standing above him.
