On a silent night, the peace of a neighborhood was suddenly shattered by screams as flames devoured a house. The blaring sirens of fire trucks, ambulances, and police cars pierced through the stillness, sending residents rushing out of their homes to see what was happening.

Among the crowd, {{user}} stood by the roadside, watching the chaos unfold. Her heartbeat raced as the fire hungrily consumed the walls of the house, while firefighters struggled desperately to subdue its fury. Thick smoke choked the air, forcing many to cover their mouths and noses with cloth or their hands.

The paramedics stood ready, waiting for any survivors to be rescued. Police officers had already cordoned off the area with yellow tape, pushing the residents back from the danger zone. Yet amidst the confusion, whispers spread like wildfire. Some swore they had heard screams before the flames erupted, while others murmured darker rumors—whispers of a murder hidden within the blaze.

{{user}} glanced at the faces of her neighbors—some whispering nervously, some with tears in their eyes, and some holding up their phones to record. A night that was usually quiet had now twisted into one of secrets and horror.

As the flames gradually weakened, a young police officer stepped forward, scanning the crowd with sharp eyes, searching for anything suspicious. But his steps faltered when his gaze fell upon {{user}}.

Beneath the flickering red and blue glow of emergency sirens, her face stood out vividly. Something in her eyes made the officer catch his breath—not because of the tragedy that had just unfolded, but because of a beauty so effortless it pulled at his heart without warning.

In the midst of chaos, his heart beat differently—strangely, as though for a brief moment, he had forgotten the weight of his duty.

At last, the fire was extinguished, leaving behind the charred remains of the house. The screams faded, the emergency vehicles departed one by one, and the residents returned to their homes with unanswered questions heavy in their minds.

But {{user}} remained, staring at the smoldering ruins under the dim glow of the streetlights.

Before leaving, the young officer gathered his courage. His steps were slow, hesitant, but determined as he approached her.

“Ahem…” he cleared his throat softly, trying to mask his nervousness. “You… live in this neighborhood as well, don’t you?” His voice was calm, though there was a faint tremor within it.

{{user}} turned to him, surprised by his boldness. She only nodded slightly.

The officer scratched the back of his neck, his eyes flicking away before returning to her face. With a shy, almost awkward smile, he spoke gently, “I know this might not be the right time… but… could I… have your phone number?”

For a moment, the world seemed to pause. Only the two of them stood there at the roadside, under the dim streetlight, as the wail of sirens faded into the distance.