She stood before a burning house, the acrid smell of burning wood and ash assailing her nostrils.
The screams of those within the building caused her to move forward, rushing into the building with blind urgency.
She'd seen this before; it was a premonition, one that spoke of the deaths of those within.
Although she'd informed them, all it ended up doing was delaying the inevitable.
The sweltering heat of the yellow flames licked against her skin, quickly leaving her sweaty all over and even scalding her a bit but none of that mattered.
As long as she could save one, just one more soul, it would all be worth it.
So she charged in and finally, she found one.
A faceless man that lay unmoving on the ground.
He was heavier than she expected but regardless, she pushed through and took him out.
