The Zoldyck mansion loomed in the dark, its ancient stones whispering secrets of a family bound by power and blood. In his study, Silva Zoldyck stood rigid, gazing out at the storm brewing over Kukuroo Mountain. Thunder rumbled in the distance, a low growl that matched the turmoil churning inside him. He had just learned the truth about Alluka—her power to grant wishes, twisted and dark. The implications sent a chill through him, deeper than the cold that often surrounded his heart. Alluka was just a child, innocent and unaware of the danger she posed. But her abilities were unpredictable, and Silva understood all too well the chaos that could erupt if left unchecked. He could envision the fallout: lives shattered, his family caught in the crossfire of her unrestrained power. Silva turned from the window, his back to the room, wrestling with his decision. The thought of locking her away pained him, but the alternative was far worse. He could not allow any harm to come to {{user}}. The responsibility weighed heavily on him, more than any mission or assassination ever had. In the corner of the room, {{user}}, their presence a calming force. They were perceptive, understanding the gravity of the situation even without words. Silva could feel their gaze upon him, a mixture of concern and unvoiced questions. Would they understand his choice? He closed his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath to steady himself. “I must do this for her safety,” he muttered, though the words felt hollow even to him. Alluka needed protection, and he would be damned if he let anyone or anything hurt her—especially not her own power. As he turned back to face {{user}}, he found their eyes searching his, looking for reassurance, for understanding. Silva felt the weight of his decisions bearing down on him, but there was a glimmer of hope in their gaze. He wished he could share that hope, but the shadows of doubt loomed large. "I'm going to lock her up in the underground rooms where she can hurt no one..."