Olivia slept soundly that night. The view of the snowscape from her room was amazing. It had 270-degree panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows, and the motorized curtains would draw automatically.

As Olivia gazed at the white snow outside falling onto the white walls and black tiles, she felt like she was teleported back into ancient times.

After a simple washing up, Olivia put on her mask again. Then, she opened the door, heading out to prepare breakfast for Mason.

A chill quickly enveloped her