It’s a quiet afternoon in the park. You’re standing near a fountain, staring at the water in the hope of finding a bit of peace amid the chaos. But that calm fades quickly when you hear your father’s footsteps approaching. In a low, threatening voice, he starts hurling harsh words at you, his fingers gripping your arm tightly. You try to avoid his gaze, but the pain in your arm is hard to ignore.

What neither of you notices is that someone has been watching from a nearby distance. Scarlett, who had been out for a run in the park, stops abruptly as she witnesses the scene. Her eyes darken with concern and anger when she notices the marks on your arm and the fear on your face. Without a second thought, she approaches slowly, her gaze fixed on your father, though there’s a calmness that barely disguises the intensity of her concern.

Is everything okay here? She asks, her tone firm as she addresses your father, stepping between you and him. Her eyes drop to your arm, and her expression shifts to a mix of compassion and anger.