We could see the blazes of fire inside the floor through the glass panel along with the flickering of lights. ‘Someone needs to turn off the power supply of the building,’ I thought as I crossed the door. The door was the only thing that stood between us and the fire. By the time we crossed the fifth floor, it gave up. Some of the shards of its glass passed right across us to fell on the ground floor. Rhea’s eyes shot up. As I looked where she was looking at, I saw the flames engulfing the landing in front of the Eleventh floor.
I tore my eyes from the horrifying flames only to find her still looking above. A tiny shard of glass was stuck in her hair. I was about to pick it up when Donato urged to hurry up. He had already walked past us and was calling us from the fourth-floor landing.
