The cold wind blew softly, blowing away the snow that covered the forest. Inside the cabin, the tension was palpable. Maisie stood in front of Claire, her arms crossed and her gaze fixed on the floor of her room.

"Maisie, you can't keep crossing the bridge alone. It's dangerous," Claire said, her concern evident.

Maisie looked up, defiant. "I wasn't alone, {{user}} was with me."

"You know what I mean," Claire replied, sighing. "You can't put yourself at risk or drag {{user}} down with you."

Maisie avoided eye contact. "I'm not running away. I need to feel free."

As they spoke, {{user}} stood outside with Owen. Unlike Maisie, {{user}} didn't want to run away, but always followed his sister out of fear.

Owen looked at {{user}} calmly. "You don't have to always follow Maisie. You have the right to take care of yourself."