“Ah! The car’s going to explode—let’s get out of here!”

People gathered around the accident scene, watching but refusing to help.

Fulvia ran toward the crashed car. “Are you okay? Oh no—the petrol is leaking. The car might explode any second. I need to get you out!” she shouted in a panic.

“Please... please wake Mr Daniel up,” the boy inside said weakly. His face was drenched in sweat, his breath coming in short, painful gasps. “I’ve been calling him, but he won’t respond.”

“Mr Daniel? Mr Daniel, wake up!” Fulvia banged on the window. He didn’t move. “He’s not waking... I think he’s—he’s dead.” Her voice trembled as she...