achromicorn

Fire!!! Cain was sitting peacefully in his room, no handcuffs, reading calmly by the glass door. He was perfectly at ease, until an odd smell wafted into his nose. Odd, but familiar. "Burning flesh... Is it dinner already?" Sayuru was sitting on the bathroom sink, gazing at his reflection as water gushed from the rusty faucet. He sighed and ran his blood-caked arms under the lukewarm liquid, rubbing bitter smelling soap on the deep scratches. A slight scent of  smoke made him wrinkle his nose, but he merely passed it off as the incompetent cook ruining dinner. Cain stood, looking about the room. Nothing obvious was on fire. In fact, nothin