What happened when I felt let down by the world around me and shamed by who I had become and the destruction that was to follow once I gave up on it all and no longer cared who was to suffer by my own hands, long ready to strangle so many for so long. So much had formed and gathered, the colliding fragments from all directions, coming together to produce the fire eventually to be. And the energy to linger and litter the surrounding environment with anger and question to the cause is what remains. For a moment in my shoes, this is what it looks like, and this is what it feels like. From my view and perspective, here is my story, or at least what I can resurrect and unload to conclude as possibility and the pieces ready to decipher. A fire, a suicide, and a crime? And here is what comes along with the territory after such an event. Is it ever what it seems or is it always? At what point do we seek the truth and reason, or is it always the search for what can become opportunity for those involved? This is the true story of my attempt to uncover the reason behind the unexplained events that occurred on March 2, 2015, at 11211.