<span style="font-size: 200%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="font-family: ElvenCommonSpeak;">Rai Nishiyama - Downstairs Hallway</span></span><br/><br/>Slowing down a little at the sound of Jim's voice, Rai was still at his senses enough to take in what the man said. If he burned the house down, he'd kill Chizuru... No! He couldn't do that... She had to live, she had to live even if he couldn't. Even if he meant that he'd have to... Die...<br/>His eyes widened at the thought, the hand with a lighter between his thin fingers sinking lower. "I can't let her die..." he muttered. No, Chizuru had to get out and live, she had to go back home and live her life again, she deserved that. Maybe Jim was right... But what guarantee did he have that the Puppeteer won't kill her? None. No, there was a bigger chance that she'd die than that she'd survive in these conditions...<br/><br/>He drew a shaky breath in, backing up down the hallway. "I can't let her die, but he'll kill her if I don't make a way out!" he cried out, tears welling out of his eyes as he grit his teeth. Turning around once more, he bolted towards the main door, drawing the lighter near it and pressing the flame onto the surface of the door. Not enough, this wasn't enough... Swallowing the tears, he pulled another lighter out of his pocket, to switch that one on, too, brushing it against the door and the locks, despite knowing that was nowhere near being enough to burn a hole through the door. The flames weren't catching. That wasn't enough.<br/><br/>He dropped one of the lighters to his feet, flicking his wrist with the other one, and setting his own jumper on fire. If he couldn't make the door burn so simply, then he'd rather burn himself and set it on fire... So Chizuru could go back home...<br/>She was his little sister. What else was he on the face of earth for if not to protect her? She was the only person he never even drew fire near.<br/>The flames licked his pale skin as he pounded onto the door with his fists, eating away on the fabric of the sweater. More hot tears ran in rivers down his face, the amber of flames enveloping his mind and clenching around it tightly. He barred his teeth at the door, sinking to his knees as he felt the searing heat of the fire nearby. Burn, burn, burn...<br/>Burn...<br/><br/>So that she could get out. They wouldn't be trapped here again, never again.