He was tired. Bone-deep tired. The kind that didn't just sit in his muscles but dragged through his veins, heavy and relentless. He had spent the entire night in the hotel, side by side with the manager and staff, calming frantic guests, answering questions, checking every room and corner until his legs felt carved from stone.

No casualties. A relief, yes. A few injuries, shaken nerves, but everyone alive. Yet his heart clenched when he looked around and saw the blackened ruin of the floor Suhani had so carefully built from scratch. Every brick, every detail had carried her touch, her sweat, her pride. And now, all of it reduced to ashes.