The fire burned endlessly, burning so brightly, the sparks cracked and broke away from the burning fire. A small figure stood before the burning building, he used one hand to cover the left side of his face, the other was formed into a fist. He looked down at his foot, which had a thick chain wrapped around it, he bent down desperately trying to unwrap it, to no avail. His hands hurt so much, he wants to cry, but he held it in, limping he moved toward the village near the mansion.
The fire permanently took a part of him.