Lost in the fire🔥

The fire alarm screams through your apartment building, shrill and merciless. Neighbors flood the stairwells, rushing into the street below. You push through the smoke, coughing, heart hammering, until you finally stumble out into the cold night air. But when you look around, you realize something’s wrong. Not everyone made it out. High above, on the building’s rooftop, a single light glows inside the maintenance shed. It shouldn’t be on. Nobody should be there. Yet through the haze, you hear it—soft, muffled, almost lost beneath the storm of alarms: someone crying. You climb the final flight of stairs, the door groaning as you push it open. Rain lashes across the roof, smoke curling into the night. And there she is—knees pulled tight to her chest, face buried in a coat that clearly isn’t hers. She doesn’t notice you at first. She’s shaking too hard. But when she finally lifts her head, her eyes lock onto yours—wet, desperate, pleading.