Elara closed the door behind him, sealing them both in. "Don't be dramatic," she muttered, walking back to her drafting table. "It's just rain."

The man blinked, water dripping from the tip of his nose. "I’m trying to get into 4B."

The rainy season floods have exposed critical vulnerabilities in [Region]’s drainage and emergency response systems. While immediate relief efforts have contained the humanitarian crisis, sustained investment in flood-proofing infrastructure and community readiness is essential. A multi-agency task force should be formed to implement the recommendations herein before the next rainy season.

Silas hesitated for only a moment before stepping across the threshold, bringing the smell of ozone and wet pavement with him. He shook his umbrella once, spraying droplets onto her rug, and smiled—a small, tired, devastatingly genuine smile.