“ter, there’s a fire in the studio.


    Can youe right away?”


    When Matthew and ter arrived, Devyn’s studio was filled with thick smoke, and a big fire was burning.


    The firefighters were working hard to put out the mes.


    Looking around, ter couldn’t see Devyn anywhere.


    He nervously grabbed one of the studio employees and asked, “Where’s Devyn?”


    The employee, still shaken from escaping the fire, was startled by ter’s question, taking a few seconds to respond.


    Raising his voice, ter repeated, “Where’s Devyn?”


    “She’s inside,” the employee said, pointing toward the studio with a shaky hand.


    “She’s trying to save her design sketches.


    She hasn’te out yet.


    ”


    ter let go of the employee and stared at the fire, feeling his heart race.


    Without hesitation, he tried to go into the studio, but a firefighter stopped him, saying, “Sir, it’s dangerous.


    Please step back.


    ”


    “Move! Someone’s inside!” ter pushed past the firefighter and yelled, “Devyn!”


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    Feeling anxious, ter broke free from the firefighter and went inside.


    Right after, two rescuers hurried in after him.


    Covering his nose, ter called out for Devyn, but stopped after one shout.


    Devyn was desperately searching for her design sketches in the mes, seemingly oblivious to the danger of the fire as she protected each sketch.


    Seeing this, ter grabbed Devyn and pulled her toward the exit.


    She struggled, but ter’s strength overpowered her.


    Dragging her away from the fire, ter scolded with frustration.


    “Forget those papers! Your life’s more important! Don’t you get it?”


    But Devyn wouldn’t give up.


    She struggled, begging, “They’re not just papers! Please, I need to go back.


    My designs, myputer, and my USB are in there! I have to save them!”


    Struggling to break loose from ter’s hold, she pushed and pulled, but he held on tighter, determined not to let go.


    ter pushed down on her shoulders and said firmly, “That’s enough! The mes raged so wild, that nothing could be saved.


    Everything meant to be gone was already ash!”


    “No, it can’t be!” Devyn denied, vigorously shaking her head, unwilling to believe it.


    “You’ll only get hurt if you go back! What if something happens to you? What’s your mother going to do then?”


    After hearing this, Devyn looked like all her energy had been drained, and she stopped struggling altogether.


    She sobbed uncontrobly, her words catching in her throat, “My sketches…”