The fire. That's what was spread throughout the town. It was the rumor someone said every time they saw me. They'd gossip about it, but it has been over a decade since it happened. Now, it's just a legend told around the campfire. Now, it's just something older kids tell to their younger sibling to scare them. Now, it's practically just a myth, a legend, a story, a nightmare... what they don't know is that I wasn't the one who killed Ashton Colt. It wasn't my fault, I swear.