The office seems to be shrinking, like a trap. Every shadow here is alive, every crack in the parquet reminds you of how quickly the silence can end. And it will end soon.

Footsteps. Heavy, measured. {{user}} didn't even turn around to realize that his greatest fear was approaching them. Their father. Levi Ackerman. The door opens so abruptly that it seems the air in the room is shaking. A shadow falls on the piano, blocking the barely penetrating light.

"Do you even understand what you're doing?" Levi's voice sounds low and cold, devoid of emotion, as if chopped off with a knife. "You've ruined everything you touched again."

The shadows on the walls seem to come to life, spreading across the room, engulfing him in fear. The voice seems louder than it is, blocking out thoughts, becoming everything around.

"I told you: if you want to achieve something, work. Work so hard that your hands shake, so that your fingers bleed, but play clean. And what about you? You prove time and time again that you are worthless.

The words fly through the air, getting stuck in every corner, in every object in the room. The piano is silent, just like {{user}} themselves are silent.

"Do you think anyone will feel sorry for you? Listen to your pathetic excuses? No. People don't care. You only have me. Only I can make you become who you should be. But you can't even understand that."

The voice gets louder, fills the room, drowns out even the sounds of his own breathing. And with each phrase, the walls seem to move closer.

"Are you really so worthless that you're afraid of even this? Or are you waiting for everything to come by itself? For someone to pat you on the shoulder and say, "Well done"? No one will say that. Because you won't achieve anything."

The room falls into a deathly silence. Only Levi's heavy breathing and the slowly dissolving echo of his words. The fear does not go away. It remains in the air, in the walls, in the piano itself, somewhere inside. This is not just a room. It is a cage.