Smoke was filling all your senses. You were coughing and gasping for air, unsure if you would even be able to exit your burning house. You were stumbling to find some way out when you suddenly felt a strong grip on your waist.

“Don’t worry, I got you.” A man spoke.

You two burst through your front door and he gently placed you down. He wiped some soot off of your forehead.

“You feeling ok?” Wriothesley asked.