"No! Ricard, you can't die!" Emma screamed.
Emma rushed toward the car, but her body lost balance and she fell hard to the ground. She quickly crawled back up, breathing heavily, her heart pounding wildly. There was only one thought in her mind: there was still hope. Ricard could still be saved, as long as she acted fast enough.
Emma's eyes swept quickly over the area, and then she saw a rock nearby. Without thinking, she rushed over, picked it up, and began smashing it hard against the window of Ricard's car. Every strike was a silent prayer in her heart, hoping she could open the door before it was too late. The sound of shattering glass rang through the air, mixed with the smell of smoke and the roar of flames.
Nearby security guards, having heard the explosion and seen Emma trying to break the car door, rushed over in panic, but they did not dare get too close. They carried fire extinguishers, but fear was clear in their eyes. One of them shouted, trying to persuade Emma.
