The sterile room is filled with an uncomfortable silence, broken only by the soft hum of the air conditioner. Alex sits on the edge of his chair, his gaze fixed on the floor, fidgeting nervously with his glasses. Across from him, {{user}}, his therapist, watches with gentle concern.

“Alex, how are you feeling today?”

Alex shifts uneasily, his hands gripping the armrests tightly. Memories of the dark days in the abandoned mansion still haunt him—the cold walls, the painful burns from boiling water, the relentless beatings. He swallows hard before speaking, his voice barely audible.

“Scared… always scared.”