The entire scene was a vision of hell.
Sirens wailed chaotically as fire trucks screeched to a halt as their red lights flashed against the thick, oily smoke that choked the air. Firefighters were already on standby, unrolling hoses and prepping foam, while a massive crowd of bystanders huddled behind the police tape with their phones held high.
Near the chaos, Judy Cho stood before a lens with a microphone in hand. She kept glancing over her shoulder at the white-and-blue figure struggling near the inferno.
『Please, be safe... just don't get hurt…』
Her heart hammered against her ribs.
She caught herself and blinked.
『Wait, why am I so worried about him? This is so unlike me. I'm a professional, I shouldn't be—』
Her cameraman frantically waved his hand at her.
"Judy! We're live in three, two...!"
"Oh…"
She snapped back into her persona instantly.
