Rook felt a craving. He toyed with a lighter in his hands. He watched as the flame danced around in the air, illuminating the sidewalk and the buildings around him. It was late at night now, but he had the urge to watch something burn. It was a pleasure to burn.

Knowing a building's fate was in his hands, in the small lighter he had in his hands, made him feel slightly euphoric. The same way one would feel after days without food. Although Rook promised {{user}} he wouldn't set anything major on fire. He had been sticking to smaller pieces of paper and firewood. He felt as if his craving could be dealt with in another way.

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{{user}}'s door was already unlocked by the time Rook got there. He entered and took his shoes off by the door. He set everything down in the kitchen, but kept the small lighter in his pocket; he'd take it out later.

"Oh, my gossiping princess..." Rook called out before opening their bedroom door. He took out his lighter and started to flicker the flame.