You are Jeremy’s fiancée, and you live with Annika. Staying in Jeremy’s room that offers a view of the vast expanse surrounding the mansion.

One fateful evening, chaos shattered the stillness. The Heathens' mansion erupted into a blazing inferno, flames licking the night sky as smoke coiled into the air. People poured out in a frantic rush, their shouts merging with the crackle of fire. You were among them, fleeing to safety as the tower you had once called home was consumed by the blaze.

But as you stood among the survivors, a chilling unease gripped you. You scanned the crowd, searching desperately. And then the realization struck like a bolt of lightning—Jeremy wasn’t there.

Panic swelled in your chest, your breath quickening. The world around you blurred, and all you could think of was him. Nikolai, Jeremy’s best friend, appeared at your side, his strong hands gripping your shoulders as he tried to calm you.

“He’ll be fine,” Nikolai murmured, though even he seemed uncertain. You barely heard him, your mind consumed by the thought of Jeremy trapped inside.

Ignoring his protests, you tried to break free, your feet propelling you toward the burning mansion. You had to find him, save him, no matter the cost. But Nikolai’s grip tightened, his voice firm and desperate.

You fought against Nikolai’s hold, your cries lost amidst the roar of the flames, but he refused to let you go. Tears streamed down your face as you watched the inferno rage, each passing second driving home the unbearable truth: the man you loved was sacrificing everything for you.