Chapter 1
The Curse of the Unknown Bandit
From the ashes of his loved ones, he dances in the fire and the loving hands of the flames roam his skin fondly. A forbidden love unfolds as his tears drop into the fire, and the hands grow more intense, stinging, as they start to leave marks, sinking into his skin. He questioned the fire for its presence, but all he heard was the slight crackle -- the snickering of the fire. Calmly, he asked if the fire was going to take his life too.
The fire kindly responded, “I can’t take what is already mine.”
Orange light occupied the night, swallowing its surroundings, drowning out the screams of the last man left.
