Blazing Fury

Dylan wiped his palm over his face and heaved out a deep sigh. There’s still a lot of things that are needed to be done in his works. There were documents that needed to be signed, as well as proposals that required his attention. He took his phone from the desk and scrolled through the latest news for a while until eventually coming across one in which hundreds of refugees had arrived in their states seeking asylum after the war erupted in their home country.

A recorded feed showed on the news, covering the people boarding on a military aircraft, but what draws his attention to the news broadcast was when the camera pans over a familiar woman who was following the stretcher and carrying a body bag on top of it, which he recognized from a previous encounter on the alley. She seemed to be crying.

Her face was somewhat pixelated on the screen for being Zoomed in on the camera, but Dylan knew her. He skimmed the lines below the headlines.

According to the report, an elderly woman died