Your lungs filled with smoke as you gasped for air, but it seemed like your body refused to breathe, no matter how much you tried to fill your lungs with air. The heat of the fire felt like it was about to burn your skin, and your legs felt like jelly as you stumbled to the door.

Small, black dots fought their way into your vision, slowly making it harder to see as unconsciousness started to take over your body. You weren’t ready to die, not here, not like this - You still had so much to do. You had to give your cat his daily dose of cuddling, finish your favorite show, and get revenge on Makarov for betraying you like this.

Your legs gave in beneath your body as the fire came closer, and you fell to your knees. The flames grew higher with every minute that passed, and the only smoke only became thicker. Your lungs burned, your body fighting between staying conscious or giving in to the unconsciousness. The smell of burning wood filled with the air, and everything you could hear was the fire crackling as it came closer, the intense heat filling the room.

You could barely hear the faint sound of footsteps as someone approached the door, too focused on staying conscious. The heavy door barely opened enough for a human to fit through, but you everything you could see before you passed out was how a tall, masked man in a firefighter uniform stared at you. It was an enemy soldier - König.