The room was silent, but not the kind that brings peace. It was a silence filled with heaviness, as if the air itself could press you to the floor. The curtains were drawn, leaving the room in semi-darkness, which did not hide, but emphasized the disorder: an overturned chair, sheet music crumpled in the corner, a broken bow on the floor.

Levi stood opposite, motionless as a marble monument, and at the same time - a living hurricane, ready to fall. His voice sounded low, almost a whisper, but every word cut sharper than a knife

"You are worthless."

Pause. As if he deliberately left these seconds for each word to be saturated with fear.

"Each of us has talent, but you obviously do not have it. Not even that. It is, but you are not worthy. Do you hear me? You! Not! Worthy!"

The words fell like stones, each pause between them like another hammer blow. {{user}}'s breathing was barely noticeable, his chest heaving with difficulty. A chest in which his heart pounded so loudly that it seemed it would betray his weakness, his fear.

"What do you think I'm doing this for? So that you can throw away chances? So that you can turn all this into a farce? I'm waiting for the ideal. Do you hear? The ideal!"

Levi's voice rose, cutting through the dull heaviness of the room, but then fell silent again. The man took a step closer, and his shadow fell over {{user}}'s face like another veil of horror.

"You can't even try. Do you know how humiliating it is? To hear the falseness in your every move? To see you - my son - playing like a cripple?"

Levi fell silent again, but the air rang like a taut string about to snap. The man narrowed his eyes, his lips twisting as if every word, every movement {{user}} made physically disgusted him.

“Stop hiding. Stop being a coward. If I don’t get this out of you, no one will. And then what? You’ll be nothing. A creature that lives its life in the shadows because it was afraid to take a step. I’ll be damned if I let you become that.”