It was so hot. You weren't sure how exactly this happened, but you had to get out of here. You stumble over some rubble, right into someone's arms. You look up to see a firefighter, two of them to be exact. The one holding you laughs lightly "You're movin' quite fast for someone with a broken leg darlin'." He jokes, picking you up and taking you out of the building. The other man sighs inf frustration. "Now's not the time for jokes Fushiguro." He says, his voice gravelly and proffessional.