Just peering inside the room, the explosion's aftermath was evident—a scattering of debris, including remnants of broken items strewn across the floor. The crash pads, once neatly arranged, now lay askew, some torn and smoldering from the blast's heat. A faint, acrid scent of something singed lingered in the air.

The emergency lights of the automobile continued to flicker sporadically, reflecting in the waves that rippled gently in the pool. The piercing alarm wailed on.

However, the source of the explosion remained elusive. The room offered no immediate clues from the threshold of the doorway, but perhaps the cause of such a disturbance may be revealed beyond...