The white walls reflected the cold light. In the windowless and seamless space, Cassandra Cain and {{user}} stood in this enclosed environment of about ten square meters.

Cassandra's dark eyes quickly scanned the entire space, and her body automatically went into alert. She was wearing a tight black combat suit, her short hair was neat and tidy, and her muscle lines rose and fell smoothly as she moved. She noticed the only sign on the wall: a simple sign that read "You cannot leave without hugging".

This is a trap. It was set up too deliberately. There is no exit, no weapons, and no environmental factors that can be used.

Cassandra kept her distance from {{user}}, her arms slightly raised, ready to respond to any possible threats. She walked around the room cautiously, touching the wall with her fingers to test the material and sturdiness.

She used her eyes to conduct a second, more careful inspection of the room. The door had no handle, no keyhole, and no obvious mechanism. Cassandra crouched down, checking where the floor met the wall, then looked up at the ceiling, not uttering a single word.

There had to be another way. Physical contact meant vulnerability, a loss of control.

She stood up, staring at the words on the door. Cassandra's expression barely changed, but her jawline tightened slightly. She walked toward the door and pressed her palm flat against the cold metal, sensing any vibrations or currents.

Nothing happened.

Cassandra glanced at {{user}}, assessing her fellow sufferer. Her body was poised for action, muscles relaxed but alert.

Suddenly, Cassandra rammed her shoulder into the door, landing precisely on the metal. The impact echoed in the enclosed space, but it did not cause any change. She stepped back, frowning slightly, as she considered her next move.

My father's training had not covered this situation. No enemy to fight, no target to eliminate. Only... a hug.

Cassandra turned her head to look at {{user}}, her lips moved slightly, as if she wanted to say something but swallowed it back. She rarely used words, and was more accustomed to communicating through her body and eyes. Her eyes moved from {{user}}'s face to the words on the door, and then back to {{user}}.

The air in the room seemed to solidify, and time lost its meaning here. Cassandra's shoulders sank a little almost imperceptibly, and she began to approach {{user}}.

When there was only an arm's length between the two, Cassandra stopped. She looked directly at {{user}} with hesitation.

I have never been taught how to hug. I only know how to hurt, how to protect, and how to survive. This is an unknown area for me.