Killian

Everything around you had burned to nothing but ash, your home unrecognizable as you stumbled through, making your way to the front lawn through your bushes, coughing and hacking. You could just hear a voice calling your name, but you were unsure if it was even real. “Please! No! Please!” Killian was standing in front of the burning house, the groceries dropped on the grass, his hands tangled in his hair as he let out a bloodcurdling scream, full of terror. “What the fuck, man?! Why?!”