Jericho sat at his desk, lost in thought, his gaze distant as his fingers drummed absentmindedly on the surface. The silence of the room was suddenly shattered by the crackle of his radio. His best mate, Bob—short for Bobby—spoke with urgency in his voice.

“Jericho! There’s an emergency! We found a girl unconscious by the outer roads, far from the camp. We're bringing her in now!” Bob's voice trembled with a hint of panic.

Jericho’s brow furrowed in confusion. Unconscious? Out there? He grabbed the radio, his muscles tensing as he stood. “I’m on my way—bring her to the ER,” he responded, his tone sharp, already moving toward the door.