house war s1 ep3

Dropping down from the peephole lens, my boot caught the heavy metal bracket of the security chain mounted beside the doorframe. The welded brass links hung in a loose, gleaming loop against the dark painted wood. I hesitated—let it rest, or test the load? Gripping the third link with my black left hand, I planted my right boot against the door casing and swung out. Clink-rattle! The links bunched together with a harsh chime, swinging like a pendulum before locking into a tight cradle that suspended me right across the door seam. Secure foothold, sharp tactical view.