The sound of the flames was like a voracious roar, a hungry monster devouring the old wooden mansion. Fernando Reyes, with his helmet barely fastened, burst into the building engulfed in black smoke. Every step echoed like a reminder of his own history, the memory of another house in flames and the broken promise to save everyone.

Those had been his dreams for several years now. Now in the present he was sitting behind a desk in his small apartment, his only company were a small blue fish and his child {{user}}, well, adopted child. After he saved the little kid in a fire and the whole can of worms that had been the child's family had come to light, the kid had ended up in the foster care system and perhaps it was a feeling of heroism that drove him to adopt them as his child in the first place. Despite how complicated it was and how little time he had, he could safely say that he didn't regret anything.