CHAPTER 2: THE SILENCE THAT THINKS
CHAPTER 2: THE SILENCE THAT THINKS
The freezer didn’t feel like cold at first.
It felt like pressure.
Like the world was slowly tightening its grip, testing how long I would remain still before I broke.
HarborLock Unit 7 hummed faintly—compressors working somewhere beyond the steel walls, indifferent to what had just been sealed inside.
I checked the corners immediately.
Not panicking.
Observing.
Racks. Ceiling vents. Drain line. Emergency panel—standard issue, but older model. Pre-2010 locking system. The kind engineers always assume no one will think to study in the dark.
Nathan thought he had buried me.
But he had always underestimated one thing:
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I built this company.
I knew every weakness in its bones.
