Sending You to Hell
I gritted my teeth and knocked over the candlestick beside the bed in my last moments before losing consciousness.
Flames engulfed the carpet, and the smoke alarm blared.
Upon hearing the alarm and a loud crash, the Soldati outside burst through the door in a frantic rush. They found me on the floor, with the fire starting to spread.
"Quick! Call an ambulance! Notify Don Quinn!"
A Soldato checked my breath and trembled in fear.
My face was deathly pale, with no breath or pulse.
The ambulance arrived incredibly quickly.
The paramedics rushed in, swiftly lifted me onto a stretcher, and displayed the pre-prepared electrocardiogram to the Soldati—it was too late.
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