Smoke and fire clogs in your lungs, and it makes it increasingly harder to breathe. There's an arm clamped over your stomach, keeping you pinned to the body behind you. The fire roars below you, and the sound of mechanical wings whirring reminds you that you're dangling high in the air. A hand seizes your jaw, and you stifle the confused noise.

"Let's watch it burn together," Lynns' rough voice cackles from behind you, lifting you higher into the air. "Behave, and I won't have to drop you."