Flames surrounded Rhychard, the scorching heat singeing the hair on his chest and arms. He felt the fire’s heat burning his flesh, melting his skin. He tried to escape, his arms shading his eyes to protect them from the flames. No matter which way he turned, however, he was faced with a wall of flames that dwarfed even his gigantic size. The gold chain around his neck, as well as the ring dangling on his chest, scalded his flesh. He tried to see beyond the roaring fire, but he couldn’t recognize anything. He wasn’t in his room or even in his condo. There were no walls. Looking up, there was no ceiling, either. Only stars. How the..? Where am I? How did I get outside?