He shrugged, glancing over his shoulder at the crowd that still lingered, curious and skeptical. “You don’t have to. Just…don’t tell anyone,” he whispered.

But Sienna wouldn’t let it go. She insisted on walking him home, wanting to understand the young hero who had risked everything. The journey led them to a neighborhood that starkly contrasted with the manicured suburbia she called home—a place hit hard by poverty, where broken windows and peeling paint told a story of neglect.

As they walked, Leo began to talk, each word hesitant, as if prying them loose was a chore. He spoke of his family, of his mother working two jobs since his father had passed, of the eviction notice threatening to uproot everything they knew. Sienna listened, each word tightening a knot of empathy and resolve within her.