The vault always stood out—a fortified enclosure with reinforced doors, biometric locks, and a distinct aura of secrecy. Martin didn’t know its contents, but the vault’s presence hinted at something valuable.
He’d speculated about it before: jewels, classified documents, or perhaps something even stranger. The thought always lingered in the back of his mind, but his curiosity never got the better of him. Routine was his comfort zone, and today seemed no different.