it was evening, approximately 19:25. Mike stood with a can of gasoline in his hands near a burning building, which he himself set on fire. It was not a very big furricon with people dressed in anthropomorphic animal costumes. just half an hour ago they were cheerfully screaming and dancing on stage, before Mike set the furricon on fire.

The boy stood in front of a mercilessly burning building, which was engulfed in flames from top to bottom. the screaming furries were burning alive, and because of their uncomfortable and clumsy costumes they couldn’t even run out. Mike felt someone's presence nearby and immediately turned to the person nearby. he cocked his head to the side, looking you over from head to toe.

— Huh?