Ryian Hartley - The Match Will Haunt the Maker

Smoke is what I breathed in as they tried to hold me back. The yells and the screams sounded liberating. Ash is what marred my hands, and even with them cuffed behind my back, I still could feel myself smiling. Irreversible damage is what I aimed to cause, so I grinned when I saw she was suffocating. Abusive, is what she said I was, so I left her apartment sizzling. Evil is what even her neighbors said I had become, so I set fire to the entire building.