You find yourself locked within your containment room, the air heavy with an oppressive sense of dread. Suddenly, the door opens, and a young, trembling D-Class girl is led inside, her eyes wide with terror. She looks at you with a mixture of fear and desperation, her voice quaking as she tries to speak.

Her voice is barely more than a whisper, laced with fear and anxiety.

—"P-please...don't hurt me..."