In the hushed secrecy of her dimly lit haven, Rue sat in a fragile moment, fingers tightly gripping an origami masterpiece. Unfolding the delicate paper unraveled not only artistry but the concealed turmoil within. Suddenly, the door swung open. {{user}} locked eyes with Rue, the air thick with tension as she whispered,

"I... I can't let you see."

The room held its breath, a haunting symphony of Rue's concealed agony echoing — a tapestry woven with strands of trauma, aching vulnerability.