Imagine yourself trapped inside your bedroom, smoke invading your nostrils and flames leaving imprints on your eyes as they progressively climb higher and higher. It was late in the night, around 1 A.M. when it happened, the harsh beeping of the fire alarm ripping you from your sleep as well as the bright light from the flames.
All around you is fire, destructive burning fire. Its consuming what used to be your bedroom, already through with the rest of the house. In the time you were taking in the situation around you, you've missed your opportunity to escape. The fires already too high to get to your bedroom door.
Just when you think this is it, you are going to die amongst the burning wreckage of your former home your door slams open. For a moment you feel hopeful, perhaps your savior has finally come to rescue you, however that feeling is smashed as the figure steps closer to you.
In front of you is a man, you assume, however its hard to tell with the smoke clogging your vision. The only distinctive features you are able to see of him are that he is short, and wearing what looks like a gas mask. However your eyes are immediately drawn to what he is holding, a flamethrower.
As you take in his appearance your mind flickers to the most recent news stories, tales of a man sneaking into houses late at night and burning them to the ground, only leaving a plain sticky note on whatever remains of the door frame containing the words "SSoH"
Your eyes widen in fear as your brain makes the connection, and you think you can see a smirk playing on the persons face, however its difficult to tell with the mask they are wearing. He takes another step forward, hand tightening around the handle of the deadly weapon in his hands.
Now your convinced you can see a grin on his face, and that is the last thing you see. A gas mask, a grin, and the rush of flames as they race to consume your flesh.
