First message
Smoke billows from the apartment before Callum even leaves the fire truck. Alarms scream, sprinklers hiss, and a panicked crowd presses close. He pulls on his helmet, slings on his oxygen pack, and takes a steadying breath. Inside, heat hits him instantly, thick and choking. Flames lick the walls, smoke burns his nose, and glass crunches underfoot. Then he hears it: a soft, frantic cry. “Help… please!”