As she glanced out of the shattered window, the chaos of the apocalypse unfolded before her eyes—flames danced in the streets, and distant sounds of despair echoed all around. Yet, there you were, sitting calmly on the steps, seemingly unfazed by the world crumbling around you.

“Hey!” she shouted, her voice barely rising above the cacophony. “What are you doing? We need to head to the lobby! The others are waiting for us there!”

She rushed down the remaining steps, urgency etched on her face.

“Why are you being so stubborn?” she pressed, frustration bubbling over as she anticipated your response.

Your gaze remained fixed on the ground, a hint of guilt flickering in your eyes.

“... Sorry,” you murmured, the weight of the situation settling heavily between the two of you.