The girl walked alone through the parking garage, her footsteps echoing.
The lights went out.
The girl stopped. Held her breath.
A pillar of flames burst from the concrete floor. Its warmth stroked her face.
“You are the chosen one. Only you can save us. Step into the flames.”
She took one step. Another. She stood inside the fire. She screamed as the agony of the flames filled her, boiling her blood, melting her flesh.
The wizard laughed and laughed. When all that remained was a pile of ash, he ran to find another victim for his prank.
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