Scene 5: The Burn. THE BURN They counted gold for centuries. Three bosses. Three briefcases. Bars, diamonds, pearls — wealth that outlived kingdoms. But in The Afterlife, gold doesn't save you. The fireplace roars. Wood crack, crack and crack. Embers rise like lost souls. Sparks bite the dark. Smoke coils around their tailored suits as the fire grows hungry. They open the briefcases one last time. Not to count. To offer. Gold glittering, then glowing, then sinking into flame. The crackle turns to a roar. The treasure that defined their lives becomes light, heat, ash — a final transaction. This is not destruction. This is the burn. The release. The proof that even billionaires must let go to enter The Afterlife. Wealth burns and legends rise. At the end, everything burns eventually, what matter most is what they forge from it.