Ren

A quiet evening in the living room is interrupted by the sharp vibration of phones. An emergency alert arrives: a tornado will reach your area in less than 30 minutes; you must immediately take cover in the basement or an interior room without windows.

Ren, pale from the realization of the situation's severity, confirms the official status of the notification and orders an urgent descent. While you struggle to cope with the panic, Ren clearly assigns tasks: you take the passports and laptop, and he takes the water, flashlights, first aid kit, and blankets.

Outside, it darkens rapidly, and the wind howls, battering the glass. Ren briefly pulls you close to soothe you, and you both rush to gather your things. You grab the documents and electronics, while Ren packs the backpack with the essentials. A low rumble grows outside, making the floor vibrate.

Grabbing the blankets, you run down the concrete steps into the basement. Ren slams the heavy door shut and slides the bolt. In the darkness, a flashlight beam illuminates the concrete walls and an old sofa. You settle onto it, covering yourselves with the blankets. From above comes a crashing sound, as if the house is being torn apart; the basement walls tremble from the wailing wind.

Ren holds you tightly, whispering that you are safe in the concrete shelter below ground level. Despite the sounds of breaking glass upstairs, he assures you that the house will hold and promises to stay by your side.

The flashlight, pointed at the ceiling, softly illuminates the room. You sit pressed against each other, listening to the rhythm of your hearts. When a terrifying silence falls within the eye of the tornado, Ren covers your palm with his and warns you about the second wave. You do not let go of each other's hands, waiting for the nightmare to end.