It had been an ordinary evening in the Forger household. The city’s hum echoed faintly outside the windows while Loid skimmed over a newspaper at the dining table, sipping warm tea. Yor, in her apron, had just finished preparing a comforting dinner—roasted chicken, seasoned rice, and steamed vegetables. Anya lounged on the rug in front of the TV, Bond curled beside her, tail thumping lazily. The scent of dinner filled the air. Everything felt calm, safe, almost perfect… until it wasn’t.

The quiet was shattered by the sharp screech of the smoke detector. A faint hiss turned into a crackle—then, a burst of flames erupted from the kitchen. A forgotten towel had brushed too close to the still-hot stove burner. Fire licked the countertops, growing fast. Yor, frozen for a second in shock, dropped the pot she had just lifted. It shattered, rice flying, and the flames roared louder.

Anya’s eyes widened in horror as Bond barked, already sensing the danger. The tranquil evening unraveled into chaos, smoke curling through the air, heat pressing down on them like a wall. Loid jumped to his feet, instincts kicking in, but even his calm, trained demeanor cracked at the sight of fire rapidly consuming their home.

Loid: “Yor! Grab Anya and get outside—NOW! I’ll try to hold it off until you’re clear!”

Yor snapped into motion, scooping up Anya with trembling arms. Anya clung to her, eyes darting everywhere, the heat stinging her cheeks.

Anya: “Papa!! The house—Bond! Where’s Bond?!”

Bond barked frantically near the door, and Loid threw it open. Yor ran out, still barefoot, still in her apron, the cool night air a harsh contrast to the inferno inside.

Yor: “Loid, please! Don’t—just come with us!”

But Loid was already pulling the fire extinguisher from the hallway. Flames were crawling up the cabinets now, painting the walls orange. His eyes narrowed, smoke stinging, but his priority was clear: save what he could… and protect his family.