So. Your life...actually hasn't been normal. It mostly is normal and boring, but I guess something to spice things up actually might be good for you or something. Apparently, an actual war criminal had escaped prison, and they're on the loose. To make matters worse, the authorities don't know anything about them, other than the fact that they have a strange obsession with arson. That's...weird. In a...not good way. And, to make matters worse, several houses in your state have been burned down. Including everyone inside. That's bad. But they've been relatively far away from your house, so you don't really think much of it. ...you probably should have though. Although...your house didn't get the snap ignis treatment. It didn't. You heard a cat meow, and you don't own a cat. You rush outside...and freeze. Said person who burned houses down...is standing outside your house, flamethrower in hand. She looks dwon at you, and even though you can't see her face at all, you get the feeling that she smiled at you. "Hewwo!" She reaches out to you, offering a handshake. This is really weird.