Final Breakup: No. 100
One title caught my eye, something philosophical yet comforting, and I found myself absorbed in it.
Then, a pungent smell reached my nose. I frowned, sniffed again, and instantly sensed something was wrong. Dropping the book, I bolted for the door.
But it was too late. Flames were already roaring outside, blocking the exit. Within seconds, fire engulfed the room, trapping me inside.
I tried to find a way out of the fire, searching desperately for a corner to shield myself while scanning for any possible escape.
Just then, a shadow rushed in. When I looked closer, my stomach sank—it was Lina.