"Toss the bottles inside!" "Burn the whore!"
Kaylah jumped out of bed—startled by the chants — and shattered the old lamp her father gave her for Christmas.
"Son of a bitch" she roared while cleaning her knee. Kaylah inhaled the smog generated by the flame that was ravaging the walls of her home. The blaze was destroying everything, someone even tossed a bottle towards her dog, burning him alive.
She saw the mob surrounding her home. Her heart pounded, her hands trembled, her knees were buckling, but as she watched one of her mementos vanished, she regained her desire to fight.
She rushed to preserve the photo, the first one she took with father and placed it in her undergarment. Her, original concern was her safety, but she saw that picture was about to be destroyed.
"That whore may be a thief, but we have the numbers." "Burn the place and the slut into the ground!"
Surrounded, by an inferno, her lungs were rapidly filling with smoke. After looking around, she noticed an aged propane tank, one used for cooking. She rushed towards the tank, and while enduring burns tossed at a burning wall.
"Keep it up, men!" "Valentina killed her father, kill this bitch and we will get paid!"
Kaylah heard the name Valentina and imprinted it into her soul. Unaware, of why her home was targeted, she knew finding this woman is vital.
The tank exploded.
The wooden wall busted open. It sent flaming shards towards everything, including Kaylah.
Kaylah grit her teeth, as the shards hit her torso, and burned her lingerie. It had caught fire, which caused the edges of her black hair to ignite.
Kaylah lived near the nasty riverbed. She realized it would be absurd to slow down and plunged in. It was not a decent stream, but it put out the fire on her body.
"Half of you maggots chase her through the river." "The rest of you block her escape path."
Kaylah smelled like the ocean and the fire had damaged her outfit to bits. She had to adjust her outfit and scent.
Using her momentum, she made her pursuers to lose sight of her. She had to escape the area promptly, or compromise being exposed. Applying her techniques as a thief, she swiped from a random pickpocket.
Providing herself with cash, to subsidize her disappearance.
She rushed towards a bathhouse, one acknowledged to sell out bathing garments. It was not the best escape method, but it was in the same direction as her sanctuary.
Kaylah broke into the bathhouse, it was a nice place and she looked dreadful. The servant stared at her in dismay and doubted, she legitimately entered but knew better than to examine matters. It would be dangerous for her if this adolescent was someone powerful.
The attendants attitude rather upset Kaylah, but she had to tolerate it. She dashed towards the changing room, and while she was disposing of her bra, the old photo her papa took with her fell out.
Kaylah noticed a note on the backside and wondered, "what does it say?"