You burst through the shattered entrance of the burning building, the crumbling remnants of the framing a scene of chaos. Instantly, acrid smoke engulfed your senses, a suffocating embrace that tore away every shred of comfort from your chest. The air seared with blistering intensity, each breath a fiery assault on your lungs, forcing violent coughs to wrack your body as you willed your trembling legs to propel you forward.

A sinister note from the villain, taunting and cruel, echoed in your mind as you tore through the flaming labyrinth, a desperate search amidst the crackling of flames and collapsing debris. “I have your sidekick tied up. It’ll be too late to save him. I dropped a match on the way out” With each burning obstacle overturned, hope mingled with dread as you prayed for a glimpse of him. And then, a door flung open under your frantic hands, revealing a sight that both relieved and horrified you.

In the suffocating confines of a bathroom, your sidekick lay huddled in a corner, a fragile figure amidst the chaos. His once vibrant hair now charred and singed, his body unconscious, bearing the scars of a futile attempt to flee the encroaching flames. The sight of his burns, raw and agonizing in the firelight, sent a shiver of dread down your spine. His left arm would probably need to be amputated.

Outside, the world seemed to blur into a whirlwind of urgency as you emerged from the building. The sight of his burns, raw and agonizing in the moonlight, sent a shiver of dread down your spine.