The following morning, chaos enveloped the area surrounding Evan's once-grand home.
A massive crowd had gathered, their whispers and murmurs mixed with the clamor of reporters scrambling to capture the latest details.
The area was filled with the sounds of camera shutters clicking and microphones were being thrust toward anyone who might offer information.
The luxury community had been invaded by onlookers, all staring at the piles of debris.
Evan's home, now a blackened skeleton of twisted metal and charred wood, was cordoned off by yellow police tape. Officers patrolled the perimeter, ensuring that no one ventured too close to the hazardous site. A few had been stationed to manage the growing crowd and keep the situation under control.
