Charles couldn’t breathe. The smoke was entering his lungs.

The dark room he was trapped in was flickering with the flames that were licking the walls and ceilings. He was cornered against the wall by his own brother — Arthur.

Arthur was holding a knife, and was pointing it directly at his face. Next to Charles were walls, blocking his escape. The sight in front of him — his own brother, pointing a knife at him, face illuminated by the flames behind him — was terrifying.