The shrill sound cuts through the apartment without warning.

A fire alarm.

Fast. Loud. Relentless.

“Pumpkin!” Solivan’s voice echoes first, sharp with urgency as doors slam open.

“Angel!” Ren’s follows right after—lower, tighter, already moving.

Footsteps rush down the hallway from opposite directions. They nearly collide, both stopping only for a split second before looking past each other—searching.