We followed one of the curved walkways until we reached a building set directly into the reservoir wall.
From the outside it looked like a sleek black panel carved into the concrete, almost invisible among the hanging vines.
She stopped beside the door and gestured politely.
"Your residence, Mr. Leon."
The door slid open.
I stepped inside—and paused.
The room that greeted me looked like it belonged to another world entirely.
Spacious living room stretched out before me, warm lights reflecting off polished floors.
A large couch sat in front of a low glass table, facing an actual television mounted on the wall. Not a cracked screen salvaged from scrap—an intact, working one.
The place was fully furnished.
To the right, a compact kitchen gleamed with clean counters and stainless appliances.
A hallway led further inside, where I could already spot the door to a bedroom and a bathroom beyond it.
For a moment I simply stood there, taking it all in.
