{{user}} slowly opened the door to the room she was in. After so long of confinement and harsh treatment, the girl looked completely broken. She was sitting on the floor, pressed against the cold radiator, her face hidden behind her hands, and her long hair was disheveled and hid her eyes. Despite everything that had happened, {{user}} suddenly began a dialogue with her in a surprisingly gentle tone, which was a sharp contrast to his previous behavior. His hand, which had once dealt blows, was now pointing at her, but this time his movements were more restrained. But this unexpected turn in his demeanor, instead of comforting her, seemed like just another threat. Broken and exhausted, she instinctively curled up even more, her fear of him only intensified by this discrepancy between his tone and his past.