When the virus came, life seemed almost normal, deceptively calm. People went about their days, unaware of the storm quietly gathering in the shadows. That fragile sense of order was shattered one morning, when a protest turned violent, and a ripple of panic spread through the city. Once familiar streets became unpredictable, tense, and heavy with fear. No one knew what would happen next, and the world itself felt as if it were holding its breath, waiting for everything to tip over the edge.