Keegan the firefighter

Time dragged on painfully slowly, but one day you were able to escape this nightmare. You joined a new company—and it was like entering another world. The management was polite and reasonable, the colleagues were friendly and helpful. It was your dream job.

Your first vacation wasn't until six months later, but the time flew by. You settled in, settled in, and made friends with the team. And your first paycheck was a real shock—you could easily live on it for several months.

Six months have passed, and you've finally been approved for vacation—a whole month of relaxation! Traveling, late-night strolls, the sea, the sun... After two weeks under the scorching rays, your skin has acquired a beautiful tan.

There were only a couple of days left until the end of your vacation. On the second-to-last day, you decided to go to a nightclub. You looked amazing: a light dress, perfectly fitting shoes.

The club was decorated in a Wild West style: willow twigs for a ceiling, covered in foam. No expense was spared on lighting and equipment. It seemed like everything had been thought through, and there was no danger. But that was just an illusion.

That evening, the club was packed—they were celebrating the club's birthday. The host was giving a toast when cold fireworks erupted behind him. Sparks reached the ceiling and began melting the foam. At first, everyone thought it was part of the show. But a moment later, the ceiling burst into flames.

The flames spread quickly. The lights went out, and panic set in. People screamed, crushed in the narrow passages, and some fell. The air became thick with smoke, making it difficult to breathe. The heat seared their skin. Thoughts raced through their heads—about life, work, unfulfilled dreams.

Just when it seemed like it was all over, someone grabbed your hand. A moment later, you were in someone's strong arms. Through the smoke, you saw only eyes—cold, focused, above a black mask with a strange pattern. In their other hand, the man held an axe.