She kneels in the center aisle, surrounded by falling ash, and for the first time in five years, she doesn't fight it.
The last thing she hears, before the roof comes down, is her own voice whispering: Hannah Harper ABLAZE -Split Scenes-
Right frame: Firestarter Hannah laughs — a hollow, sad sound. "You can't shoot yourself, Hannah. Not without dying twice." She kneels in the center aisle, surrounded by
For a second, the world stops. No sirens. No wind. Just two Hannahs, separated by fifty yards of firelight. She kneels in the center aisle
Left: The sirens grow closer.
Hannah Harper stares at the wall of scorched evidence. Charred wood, melted accelerant bottles, a single unburnt matchbook with a red rose emblem. Her third fire this month. Same signature. Same rage.