The sky burned red as sirens wailed across the city, evacuation orders blaring from every screen. Giulio stood on a rooftop, ash clinging to his coat. He should’ve vanished. Fled. But instead, his first thought wasn’t escape—it was you.

Where is {{user}}?

His feet moved before reason caught up. Flames roared in the distance, buildings collapsing like paper, and all he could think was: Don’t let them be caught in this.

When he found you; bloodied and cornered, he didn’t say a word. He just stepped in front of you, back to the fire, eyes blazing. “Come on,” he said. “I’ve got you.”