Reborn, I Refused a Lighter and Watched Intern Play Fire

In my last life, all because I lent out a lighter one typhoon day out of kindness, I ended up branded an arsonist and died in the street. That day the rain was coming down in sheets, and every one of intern Luther Fox's windproof lighters was too damp to catch. He begged me to lend him the kerosene lighter the office kept as a spare, then set off a flash fire at the warehouse door and started a blaze.