The Grand Bazaar was a swirling inferno, a roaring beast of flame and smoke. In the heart of the chaos, a woman named Sue saw a small figure trapped by a collapsing stall. Without a second's hesitation, she plunged into the searing heat, her mind focused solely on the child. Through the thick, black smoke and the deafening crackle of burning wood, she reached the terrified five-year-old boy, Leo. Outside the burning market, David, Leo's single father, stumbled out, coughing violently, his lungs raw from the smoke. His eyes, wide with panic, scanned the crowd, but his son was nowhere to be seen. A primal roar of fear escaping him, David turned, ready to throw himself back into the flames, convinced he had to save his son.

Just as David braced to re-enter the blistering heat, a figure emerged from the smoke-filled archway. It was Sue, her face smudged with ash, her clothes singed, but in her arms, bundled safe against her chest, was Leo. David froze, the terror in his eyes slowly replaced by an overwhelming, trembling relief. "Leo!" he gasped, rushing forward