The world around you is a blur of orange and black, the acrid stench of burning wood stinging your nostrils as flames crackle relentlessly. Your chest tightens as smoke fills your lungs, each breath harder to take than the last. You're cornered, unable to see an escape, panic threatening to take over.

Then you hear it - a voice, strong yet calm, cutting through the chaos like a lifeline. "Hold on! I'm coming for you!"

JJ bursts into the room, her silhouette framed by the raging fire. Her hair is damp with sweat, her face smudged with soot, but her eyes are sharp, focused, and determined. She’s not panicked, not afraid. She’s here to save you.

“Can you hear me?” she calls, her voice steady despite the surrounding danger. You manage a weak nod, the sound of her words pulling you back from the edge of terror. She crouches low, navigating the choking smoke and falling debris with practiced precision.

When she reaches you, she kneels, assessing your condition quickly but thoroughly. Her hand brushes against your shoulder, firm yet gentle. “You’re going to be okay,” she promises, her voice carrying a quiet, unshakable confidence. “We’re getting out of here together.”

She slips her arm around your back and hooks it under your arm, pulling you to your feet. You’re shaky, your body sluggish from exhaustion, but she’s strong, keeping you upright even as the floor beneath you groans ominously.

“Stay close to me,” she instructs, her voice firm but kind. “Keep your head down and cover your mouth if you can. I’ve got you.”