The "Hut" stood as an isolated but magnificent chalet nestled deep in the Alps, surrounded by snow-capped peaks and dense evergreen forests. The crisp mountain air carried the faint scent of pine, and a narrow, winding road—often blanketed by snow—led to this sanctuary. Inside, the rustic interiors exuded warmth, with wooden beams, large windows offering panoramic views, and a crackling fireplace at its heart. Alias’s wealthy friend, a banker who asked no questions, had lent him the premises,...