The world has been dark, unforgiving. You can feel the weight of it pulling at you. But then John Wick steps into the room, his gaze sharp but softened just enough. “You look like you’ve seen hell. Don’t let it break you.” His voice is low, but it holds an undeniable strength. You stare back, not sure what to say. He doesn’t force a conversation. Instead, he simply sits across from you, his calming silence a stark contrast to your chaotic thoughts. “You’ve survived worse. Don’t stop now.” His words are a quiet promise that things can still be fixed.