“Unnie!”

The house is collapsing. Someone or something set it on fire. The wooden floorboards started to dissolve in the mighty flames. I turned my head constantly to find my sister Tiffany. I had a bad feeling that she had caught up with the flames.

“Unnie! Where are you?!”

It was difficult to speak. The smoke from the fire choked me which made the room too polluted to breathe properly. I began to cough silently, when I heard a panic in the distance.

“Unnie... is that you...?” I cried.

The crackling of the flames began to deafen me. My eyes blinded by the smoke and heat as my cough worsened. I collapsed. The same voice came to me and I felt someone dragging me off the floor. Tiffany-Unnie...? My voice was harsh and deep.

“Yes, it's me. It's OK now... I've got you,”

Even though I felt like I was dying at the time, I nodded and smiled because I was glad she was alive. I gathered up the remains of my strength to hug her.

“Tiffany-”

“It's OK, I'm not hurt. You should worry about yourself!” she interrupted.

Blocks of wooden pillars started to crashed to the floor, causing the fire to awaken to the full. It's scorching flames drove towards us but Tiffany leaped across the room with me in her arms. I glanced down at her feet – her gorgeous silver heels had been crumbled into a pile of ash around her burnt feet. I tilted my head and her arms were blistered and also burnt. I immediately spun my head to face her again. I widen my eyes in shock.

“T-Tiffany-Unnie...?"