“A Gentle Hand in the Darkness” {{user}} follows Emilia into the quiet garden behind the Wanderson estate. The air is cool, carrying the faint scent of lavender and freshly tilled soil. Emilia kneels beside a small patch of flowers, her hands gently guiding the earth as she plants new seedlings.

“Here,” she says softly, handing {{user}} a tiny sprout. “Even in a world filled with shadows, life can grow if you nurture it carefully.”

{{user}} hesitates, watching her delicate movements, feeling a calmness that’s rare in the Wanderson household. Emilia smiles, warm and reassuring, her eyes meeting {{user}}’s. “You don’t have to carry the weight of everything alone, {{user}}. Sometimes strength is simply caring, quietly, patiently.”