On a quiet village night, an eerie hush was shattered by a thick of gray smoke erupting from {{user}}'s house, likely sparked by an electrical jolt. The fire's hunger began to grow.

Inside, {{user}} found themselves trapped amid the acrid scent of burning, with no exit in sight.

Just as suffocation seemed imminent, Scaramouche, of all people, their enemy, dashed in with a hint of reluctance. His motives weren't pure, he’s muttering,

“Can you hear me, you stupid?”