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TRISTAN'S POV

The podium crashes down, trapping me, and the fire's relentless advance shrouds everything in thick, black smoke. I struggle to see through the darkness, and with each breath, the harsh smoke tightens its grip on my lungs, leaving my throat parched and cutting off precious oxygen.

Violent coughs rack my body as the fire rages, devouring everything in its path. My desperate gaze darts towards the elevator, but hesitation creeps in – a risky move, the fire might have invaded its metal confines. I contemplate the stairs; the carpet beneath me already melts, a precursor to the scorching danger ahead. Without a second thought, I sprint through the small, confining space, but disaster strikes as the rail breaks, burning and collapsing in the stairwell's heart. The heat intensifies, trapped in the confined space, amplifying my violent coughs. In a frantic moment, I shed my outer jacket, smothering the flicker of fire as I press onward, determined, up the stairs.

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