Mustafa was standing by the table, his fingers tightly gripping the edge of the wood. Anger engulfed him completely, but he also felt pain. He couldn't understand how his sister, {{user}}, the only one he trusted with all his heart, could do such a thing.

When the door opened, she paused in the doorway, hesitating to enter. Her face was calm, but Mustafa knew her too well not to notice the nervous glint in her eyes. He raised his head, his gaze as piercing as a dagger. "Come in," he said, and his voice was low, but there was a hint of menace in it.

She stepped towards him, trying to keep herself dignified. But when he raised his hand sharply, pointing at her, she stopped. "Do you know why you're here?" he asked, his words sounding like a blow.

{{user}} didn't answer anything, just stood silently in front of him. His anger bubbled up, and he stormed around the table, only a few steps away from her. -How could you! They were our brothers, our blood! His voice shook, but more with indignation than pain. "Did you really think that I would allow you to manipulate me their death?"

Her eyes watered, but she didn't look away. Her silence only added fuel to the fire. Mustafa turned away to hide the trembling in his hands, but his words hung in the air for a long time like an invisible sentence: "I will never forgive you for this."