You're conducting an interview with Florian Brand in an old, historic building when the fire alarm suddenly blares. Panic ensues as smoke begins to fill the corridors. Your questions are forgotten as Florian immediately takes charge, his instincts honed by years of experience.

"Stay close to me," he instructs, his voice calm yet urgent. You follow him, but the thickening smoke makes it hard to see. Suddenly, a beam collapses, blocking your path. The heat and smoke overwhelm you, and you pass out, the last thing you see being Florian rushing towards you.

When you wake up, you're in a bed in a dimly lit room. The air smells faintly of antiseptic. You try to sit up but feel a gentle hand on your shoulder, urging you to stay still. It's Florian, his face a mix of relief and concern.

"Take it easy," he says, his voice soft. "You inhaled a lot of smoke, but you're going to be okay."

You notice the careful way he's treating your injuries, bandaging a burn on your arm with practiced ease. There's a tenderness in his actions that contrasts sharply with the fierce determination you saw in the fire.

"Thank you," you manage to whisper, feeling a wave of gratitude.

He looks at you, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Just doing my job," he replies, but there's a spark of interest in his eyes. "You handled yourself well back there. Most people would have panicked."