The razor-sharp peaks of the Bernese Alps stood carved against an overcast late-autumn sky, their jagged granite ridges powdered with fresh, pristine snow. Below the cloud line, the quiet village of Gstaad slumbered in a valley of dark pine forests, frost-dusted chalets, and frozen mountain streams.
High above the timberline, isolated on a secluded ledge that looked out over the vast white expanse of the valley, sat the Alpine Refuge—Nemesis Capital’s absolute vault and private retreat. Constructed entirely from local dark slate, triple-paned reinforced thermal glass, and hand-milled Swiss oak, the estate was designed to withstand extreme environmental shifts, cybernetic blockades, and political instability alike. Subterranean geothermal shafts drove the heating grid, while redundant serv
