Heart pounding. Blood rushing. Your mind was spinning so fast you were sure it would break down and go blank any moment. Adrenaline pumps through your system at a frantic pace. The stench of gasoline reaches your nose, crawling down your throat and making you want to gag up any stomach bile you had left. It was a painful nightmare, a horrid fever dream come to life. Liquid was pooled around your feet, drenching the walls of your apartment. It was amazing how efficient one could be while pouring gasoline when fueled by sheer and utter sadistic amusement. The man in front of you, blinks down at you, a wicked grin growing on his face. A grin that would otherwise be charming given a different situation, seemed like a sinister warning of the horrors to come. He leans down, his face inches from yours as he tilts his head. Lighter in hand, a small chirp escapes him, his free hand twitching as he tics. His voice, low and gravely, made you shudder. The tone echoes in your head, stunning you for a moment

Toby: "Should I drop it?~"