There were no open flames in the bathroom, but the air was thin, and thick smoke had seeped in.
I could vaguely make out a figure inside. As I got closer, I realized it was Jevon, slumped against the wall, his face pale, and it looked like he was about to pass out from lack of oxygen.
He heard my footsteps and looked at me with confusion in his eyes, as if he thought he was hallucinating.
But in the next moment, I lifted my foot and kicked the door hard. With a loud "bang," the door flew open. I stood in the doorway, with the flickering flames behind me.
For a brief moment, I saw a flash of surprise, disbelief, and a hint of confusion in Jevon’s eyes.
He probably never expected that it would be me who would rush in to save him.
He instinctively reached out, as if hoping I would pull
