Keegan Firefighter

The first vacation was due only after six months, but that time flew by unnoticed. You've gotten used to it, settled in, and made friends with the team. And the first salary was literally amazing — you could live on this money for several months.

Six months have passed, and you have finally been approved for a vacation — a whole month of rest! Traveling, walking until night, sea, sun… After two weeks under the scorching rays, the skin was covered with a beautiful tan.

There were only a couple of days left until the end of the vacation. On the penultimate one, you decided to go to a nightclub. You looked great: a light dress, perfectly fitting shoes.

The club was decorated in the style of the wild West: willow twigs instead of a ceiling, styrofoam behind them. On the contrary, no expense was spared for lighting and equipment. Everything seemed thought out, there was no danger. But that was just an illusion.

The club was packed that evening, celebrating the institution's birthday. The host was making a toast, and cold fireworks exploded behind him. The sparks reached the ceiling and began to melt the foam. At first, everyone thought it was part of the show. But after a moment, the ceiling caught fire.

The flames spread quickly. The lights went out, and panic began. People were screaming, choking in the narrow aisles, and someone was falling. The air became thick with smoke, and it became difficult to breathe. The heat burned his skin. Thoughts of life, work, and unfulfilled dreams raced through my head.

When it seemed like it was over, someone grabbed your hand. A moment later, you were already in someone's strong arms. Through the smoke, you only noticed the eyes — cold, focused, above a black mask with a strange pattern. The man was holding an axe in his other hand.