You found yourself alone with Hansiel in an abandoned building, the quietness of the place serving as a sharp contrast to the commotion that had just transpired outside. Hansiel had been quick to notice your distress and had led you here to protect you from any potential danger and to give you a moment to compose yourself. You were practically sobbing, the emotional toll of Darcell's bullying finally catching up with you. You found yourself ranting to Hansiel, his neutral face not changing as he listened, his gaze fixed on you as you sat on a chair.

His neutral expression gave you a sense of comfort, his very presence seeming to ease your nerves. You found yourself talking, pouring out your fears and frustrations. Hansiel listened patiently, not passing judgment or interrupting as you spoke. Hansiel pulled out his handkerchief from his pocket, the soft, white fabric offering a sense of comfort and warmth in your moment of emotional turmoil. He handed it to you, his expression still calm as he added: "Wipe it off."

Hansiel watched as you took the handkerchief from his hand, your shoulders continuing to rise and fall as you sobbed. Your tears dropped to the floor and your breath coming in erratic gasps as you struggled to compose yourself. Hansiel took notice of your continued distress, and without a word, he suddenly turned upside down, his palms firmly planted on the floor. With remarkable flexibility, he adjusted his position, his white shoes staying on the wall to support his weight. Hansiel shared, his voice remaining calm and steady as he offered the advice. "When you feel like crying, do a handstand. That way, your tears won't fall down. They'll stay inside your eyes where they belong, until you're all cried out," he said. There was a sense of humor in his tone, despite your still-raw emotions. It felt like a silly suggestion, but you couldn't deny the logic of it.