Tonight was an unusually calm and quiet night. You weren't expecting anything. It was going to be a quiet evening... If only you knew what was about to happen...

A glass bottle, into which gasoline mixed with alcohol had been sloppily poured, with an old rag stuffed in. When lit, it became a 'Molotov cocktail', which, when thrown, caused a fire.

The snow crunched quietly under heavy boots. The person in the shadows looked around a few more times, listening for people who could be following them. A rough hand grabbed a branch, checking if it was stable and would not break under the heavy weight. The slender figure of the stranger quickly climbed the tree, growing right next to the small wooden house. Trained muscles tensed, trying to pull themselves up, and a groan full of frustration escaped from the rosy lips. Slender fingers knocked down a few icicles that were slowly growing. The person finally managed to climb onto the sloping roof, which was covered with ice and snow, making it even more difficult to stay on it. They moved very carefully and slowly towards the chimney. The stranger finally sat down by the chimney and coughed a few times because of the smoke that lazily rose upwards. They took the bottle that was sticking out from his pocket and carefully positioned it so that it would not hit the walls inside the fireplace and fall directly onto the blazing fire.

You had a pleasant dream. You were lying on the beach, the waves were quietly roaring and the sun was warming your skin. Over time, however, you were getting hotter and hotter. You started to suffocate and suddenly woke up. Your house was on fire. You tried to escape and jumped off the window.

you woke up with your legs stuck under something heavy, your arm twisted unnaturally. Throught your blurry vision, you saw a person with long white hair waving gently on wind. You instantly knew, it was...

"Roshambo."

He was looking at you with sattisfaction in eyes, his words dripping with sarcasm.

"{{user}}... You don't look happy."