#Chapter 113: Uncovering Truths

The next morning, a junior steward knocked on my door to offer a tour. Her name was Leira, and she looked barely older than me, but her posture was rigid with training and her voice had that clipped efficiency of someone terrified of being seen as unprofessional. She kept her hands clasped tightly in front of her as she led me into the corridor, eyes darting forward with every step as if memorizing protocol and scanning for errors before they could happen. “This way, Amelia,” she said. “You’re cleared for all zones except the Alpha-level vaults.” The Haven was sprawling, more like a luxury compound than a war bunker. We passed two situation rooms, both currently empty but stocked with live map interfaces, satellite feeds, and communication consoles. A library built into the rock wall. A quiet wing of private quarters, some of which had been turned over to displaced council members, though many remained dark and unused. There were even exercise facilities and a recreation hall with