Haunted Flames

At 19, Sultan Iridarcos was haunted by the fiery crash that took his father away. The nightmare played in his mind nightly, a suffocating swirl of smoke and screams, punctuated by his father's cursing as he burned alive. Even though he was surrounded by foster families, Sultan felt alone, his heart like a cavern filled with grief.

One stormy night, he felt drawn to a decrepit mansion on the outskirts of town, said to be haunted by the souls of the lost. As he stepped inside, a chill wrapped around him. Whispers echoed through the halls, calling his name.

In the dim light, Sultan saw a shadow-a figure that looked like his father, trapped between worlds. "Help me," it rasped, its eyes filled with rage and sorrow.

Sultan's pulse quickened as he realized he couldn't escape the past. To save his father's spirit, he had to confront the truth buried in flames. With each step closer, the air thickened, and the walls seemed to close in, forcing him to face his deepest fears