*Giovani*
Smoke was quickly swallowing up the oxygen within the warehouse, all air being sucked into a vacuum that only helped to spread the flames faster. I could barely see through all black, and my breath was coming in shallower as every inhale filled my lungs with ash.
My chest burned from how much I had already swallowed, and I could taste the cinders on my tongue as it burned dangerously close to me.
Chaos only continued to spread around me with flashes of guns firing and bodies dropping to the floor. I couldn’t tell who was an enemy or ally at this point. I shut my eyes as they burned and watered from the smoke.
I had to rely on my sense of touch as I struggled to pull my hands from the ropes binding them. As I reached out as much as I could, I felt something cold and metal on the tip of my fingers. I pulled it into my hands, wincing as a sudden sharpness sliced into my palm.
