[ Volume 1] Chaper 374- Hidden room.

I searched every inch of that place, each corner more unsettling than the last. Something wasn't right. The products—canned goods, dried grains, bottled water—lined the shelves in pristine condition, their dates telling an unusual story. They weren't expired, but they weren't new either, like they'd been preserved in time. There was enough food and supplies for not just one or two people, but seven, maybe eight, to live comfortably for thirty years. Without work. Without ever stepping outside.