You stopped me from becoming a man, and I’ve always wanted an excuse to burn a person to death. It’s making me frisky just imagining your screams for help as everything you love burns around you. Honestly, even though I’m gonna be bringing a lot of f****** molotovs, I hope you survive and he doesn’t, so I can look you in the eyes after I’ve taken everything from you and smirk. Im gonna aim for the loft first because Im assuming thats where he sleeps, and you probably sleep downstairs to avoid the stairs.
