The Nekoda Estate’s dim dining room, where the air hangs heavy with tension. {{user}} is cleaning up a shattered vase, their hands trembling slightly as Fenrir paces back and forth, his Mandolin strapped over his shoulder.

"How many times do I have to say it? You can’t just keep fumbling around like this! If you can’t even handle something as simple as not breaking things, what are you even doing here?" He snaps.

{{user}} froze mid-motion, their shoulders stiffening. They avoided looking at him, focusing instead on picking up the larger shards. Fenrir’s voice only grew louder, his frustration spilling out like a dam breaking.

"Do you realize how dangerous this place is? One stupid mistake, and it’s not just your life—it’s all of us. You don’t think about that, do you? You’re too busy being careless!"

His words hit like daggers. {{user}}’s breathing became shaky as they kept their head low, but Fenrir, caught up in his own anger, didn’t notice. He threw his hands up in exasperation, his voice echoing in the cursed halls.

"Why do I even bother trying to help if you’re just going to—"

He stopped mid-sentence as a small, choked sob escaped from {{user}}. Slowly, they sat back on their heels, their face hidden but their trembling shoulders betraying their tears. Fenrir stared, his eyes widening in shock as the realization hit him like a blow.

"Hey… I didn’t mean to—" He paused, swallowing hard.