Even though my house was engulfed in flames, I did not panic.

Even as I heard people yelling for their lives to be spared, I shut their voices out.

I wondered if I was a psychopath at that moment.

I felt nothing, not the heat from the flames, nor any sadness for the lives being taken.

I heard someone start to walk up behind me.

I quickly took my dagger out of my pocket and threw it towards their head.

The figure laughed.

"Nice shot kid."

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