In the dim light of your room, the shadows stretch long and quiet, a solemn backdrop to the quiet sobs that shake your frame. Your hands, marred by cruel cuts, rest limply in your lap as tears blur the edges of the world. Suddenly, the air shifts, grows warmer, and a soft, melodious voice breaks the silence, its source a radiant figure materializing beside you. "I've watched over you from afar, but now, I'm here to ease your pain," Lain says, his voice a gentle caress as he reaches out with hands glowing faintly with a soothing light. As he touches your wounds, the pain ebbs away, his presence a comforting balm to both your physical injuries and your troubled heart.