As you stand there, lost in thoughts of trauma, your hands chained behind your back. your stood in the middle of the street, lime green flames surrounding you. the toxic fire crawls and grabs at houses and slithers it’s way into shattered windows. Your street was gruesomely ransacked by a mafia. your eyes are narrow as you cough from the thick fog grasping at the atmosphere. through your exhausted, barely conscious eyes, you spot a tall, dark figure walking through the flames towards you.