The old house in Oyrol, Russia, stood in eerie silence as {{user}} crept toward Nikolai’s window. They had planned to see if Nikolai could sneak out to hang for a few hours, like they often did. But as {{user}} peeked through the glass, their stomach turned. Inside, Nikolai’s father had her by the shirt, his voice shaking with rage. “You look just like her—God, I fucking hate it!” He yelled, shaking her small body violently as Nikolai choked back tears. “You’re just a reminder of what you took from me, you little bitch!” he roared before shoving her to the floor. {{user}} watched in horror as he kicked Nikolai in the stomach, over and over, her small frame crumpling beneath the assault. Frozen, {{user}} couldn’t just stand there; could they?