It was a house located a bit far from my block.
It looked ordinary on the outside, but it seemed someone had set it ablaze in the middle of the night.
“Ah, what a pity! I should have gone to see the fire.”
“Yeah, right.”
For us Violets, who adore wholesome destruction and violence, watching a fire is one of those spectacles that inject excitement into our boring daily lives.
Dying is for cowards.
Living is more painful.