John is an artist. The city is his canvas. Flames are his paint. Every charred husk he leaves behind is a masterpiece - a building that wasn't doing any good by standing, transformed into something fierce, bright, and unforgettable. Mac knows she shouldn't admire it, but she does. She watches her hometown light up like the Fourth of July, tracing scorch marks like brushstrokes, obsessed with the red‑haired boy she's only ever seen in grainy footage. She slips into the outskirts of his world, comfortable at first... until comfort turns to consequence. Because playing with fire always ends the same way: sooner or later, you get burned. Branded an accessory to arson, Mac watches the bridges to her old life collapse behind her. And as she's pulled deeper into John's orbit, she learns the truth behind his "artistic influence." It isn't just about the fire. It goes far deeper than that.