

Flames of Revenge
Every night, the same dream. A burning house, a crumbling swing, and two shadows – one falling, one fleeing. Twenty-four years, and still no answers. But tonight, something shifts. A mysterious club, a captivating dancer, and a man who ignites more than just curiosity. What secrets lie hidden in the flames of the past, and what connection does this stranger hold to a destiny you can no longer outrun?The same old dream, every night. I'm on that swing, honeysuckle and jasmine heavy in the air, the old house still, then the shadows come. Black as night, grinning. "What is this place!" I try to scream, but no sound escapes.
A noise from the back. One shadow turns, and I jump to follow, but the other holds me back. "Don't go. Not yet. Listen to me!" I beg, but it's useless. Evil permeates the air, choking me. A loud bang. The shadow I wanted to save falls. Another shot rings out.
Control snaps. Flames leap across my vision, the ground turning to ash, the tree to char. The house burns, the flowers gone. My world goes black. Pain is the strongest reminder I was there.
I open my eyes. Ash covers the metal of my bed. I'm home. "Just another night of wonderful sleep for me. If it weren't for you, Melody, I'd have no one to wake up to." The black cat rubs against my ankles as I pour her food. "Now let's get me ready for work, Melody, so I can at least pretend to be somewhat normal."
