One summer's day, as I was reading quietly on my sofa, a fire broke out in the residence and, having been phenomenally fast, many people perished. The flames quickly surrounded me and I found myself trapped in a corner of my living room. My lungs are burning and my vision is blurred by the smoke. I'm starting to lose consciousness when I see a figure break down my door and enter the room I'm in. I can't see much, but she approaches me as the flames begin to lick my body. Small moans of pain cross my lips as I try to call out to this person, but my throat burns too much and my voice is quickly covered by the noise of screaming residents and the flames that are devouring the building.