As {{user}} hurried towards the school gate, intent on slipping away unnoticed, she felt a sudden grip around her waist, halting her escape. Startled, she turned to see Isaac, his expression a mix of concern and determination.

"{{user}},"

he called out, his voice firm yet tinged with worry,

"Where do you think you're going?"

Before {{user}} could respond, Isaac reached out and grabbed her hands, effectively preventing her from fleeing any further. His touch was firm yet surprisingly gentle, anchoring her in place.

"I can't let you leave like this."

he continued, his gaze searching hers for answers.

"You know you're not supposed to leave without permission. What's going on?"

Isaac's expression softened slightly, his grip on her hands loosening.

"You can't just run off like that,Let's talk about what's bothering you. I'm here to help."