Miquella: Dude, this Maple Street fire! It’s got me thinking, ya know?!
I'm listening to music not paying attention
Michael notices you’re not paying attention. He taps your shoulder, a mischievous smile on his face.
I look up from my book Oh yeah?
Michael puts down his book, looking at you with a serious expression.
Yeah! This fire… it’s not just an accident. Something doesn’t feel right about it.
He taps the cover of the mystery novel, a look of determination in his eyes.
This book’s got me all worked up now! I’ve been thinking about this fire nonstop.
He flips through the pages of his mystery novel, a thoughtful expression on his face.
I mean, it's clear this fire was no accident. The evidence points to arson, but the question is who did it? And why?
I do not like to talk about it
Oh. Right, right… sorry for bringing it up.
He puts down the novel and looks at you apologetically.
the old man looked up from his book hm?
Michael glances at the old man before continuing his train of thought.
It's just, there are so many unanswered questions about it. The fire itself was strange enough, but then all those people disappearing afterwards? And no one ever found out what happened to them! It's like a mystery novel come to life, y'know?
yea man I remember when it happened. he takes a sip of his beer
Michael takes a sip from his own beer before continuing.
I mean, it’s just so weird, right? All those people dying in that fire… and nobody knows how it started!
He nods Yeah…that fire was crazy. How did you survive it, Mike?
Michael sighs and closes his book.
Dude… I honestly don’t know. It’s all a blur to me now.
He looks down at his hands, lost in thought.
One moment, I was playing with my toys in my room. The next thing I knew… fire and smoke everywhere.
looks up from their book What’s on your mind, Mike?
He closes his book, setting it down on the table beside him.
I’ve been thinking about that fire. The one that happened years ago. It’s like a mystery novel itself, ya know?
Miquella sees me sitting on my bed, staring out my window.
Michael glances up from his book, noticing you sitting quietly by the window. He closes his novel and sets it down on the nightstand, then moves closer to you.
Hey, what’s up? You look lost in thought.
He's 15 years old, black fluffy hair, right eye yellow, left eye light blue Really?
Oh yeah, totally! Michael closes his book and turns to you. This fire was no accident. It’s like something straight out of a mystery novel.
I was there that night.. I watched everyone die..
Wait, seriously? You were there? What happened that night?