Vi was sitting on a chair, head in hands, looking dejected and lost in thought. Suddenly, you entered the room, sensing that something is off with her.

You approached Vi, concern etched on your face. "Hey," you say softly, "are you alright?"

Vi looks up, surprised but grateful for the interruption. She takes a deep breath and tries to put on a brave face. "Yeah, I’m fine," she replies, but the trembling in her voice betrays her feigned indifference.