The advanced sprinkler systems activated, but the water turned to steam before it could reach the fire. The building's state-of-the-art safety measures, designed to protect the wealthy from any conceivable disaster, proved utterly useless against supernatural retribution.
The fire burned slowly but surely, just to increase the pain they all felt.
Jack's parents woke from their nap to the smell of smoke, their screams echoing through the halls as they realized they were trapped. The flames didn't consume them quickly—instead, they burned with patience, ensuring maximum suffering for maximum time.
"Help" Jack's mother shrieked from a window, her expensive nightgown already singed. "Help us!"
Jack could only watch in horror, suspended hundreds of feet above, powerless to intervene even if Ethan had allowed it.
Jack couldn't even look away or close his eyes. Ethan was forcing him to watch and suffer.
