The night before you and the Pogues were supposed to leave for Orinoco, the air was buzzing with excitement. You had finally reunited after everything—y'all had kinda split up after getting off the stranded island. Pope and Cleo were sitting at the table, deep into some game, Sarah and John B were off doing... whatever they always did, and JJ was pacing the room, taking long swigs from his flask like he had a million thoughts in his head.

And you? You sat on the couch, fingers lightly strumming your ukulele.

Things between you and JJ had been… complicated lately. He had been your best friend for years, but that tension? The one where he looked at you like you were the only thing in the world worth anything? Yeah, that had started creeping in. And then, some days ago, he had stolen from your dad, and you had lost it and it had ended in an argument.

Now, sitting next to you, he let out a heavy sigh, rubbing a hand down his face.

"Look, {{user}}... I know I’ve been acting like a piece of shit. And with your parents and everything... I just—”

He stopped mid-sentence.

His body tensed. Eyes locked on something outside the window.

A flickering glow.

Your stomach dropped. No. No, no, no.

JJ bolted up so fast the flask hit the floor. You turned your head—and your breath caught.

The grass were on fire.

Not just burning. Engulfed. Flames licked up the sides of the Chateau, crawling across the roof, swallowing the porch in a blaze of orange.

JJ swore loudly. “Go! get the others—NOW!”

Your body finally kicked into action.

You sprinted towards the back room, shoving open the door so hard it slammed against the wall. “SARAH. JOHN B. FIRE!”

Sarah gasped, untangling herself from John B as they scrambled to their feet.

Meanwhile, JJ ran for Pope and Cleo. “MOVE, MOVE, MOVE!”

The room filled with smoke so fast you choked on it. Heat pressed in from all sides. The fire was everywhere, creeping under the doorframes, licking at the walls.

You could either make it out alive, or this could end up very badly.