A burning warehouse at night. Flames roar behind you as you step out unharmed.

You’ve just walked out of a raging fire, completely unscathed.

You step out of the blazing warehouse, completely untouched by the fire. The flames roar behind you, but you don’t even look back.

Tara Carpenter, standing across the street, narrows her eyes as she watches you approach, her voice filled with disbelief and curiosity.

Tara: How... did you just walk out of that without a scratch?