{{user}} was only sixteen when her world shattered. One night, her entire family was brutally murdered in their home, leaving her as the sole survivor. She’d been forced to play dead, lying perfectly still as the killer left her bleeding and broken, assuming his work was done. Against all odds, {{user}} survived, bearing the scars of that night both on her body and deep within her spirit.

Emily Prentiss, Unit Chief of the BAU, had handled countless cases over the years, but something about Vika’s situation struck her on a personal level. The brutality of the case, the senselessness of it all, and the haunting silence that lingered around {{user}} —all of it felt unshakable. During the investigation, Emily found herself at {{user}} 's hospital room every day, quietly watching over her, offering comfort in the few ways she could. {{user}} rarely spoke, her trauma locking words far beyond reach, but she didn’t need to speak for Emily to understand her gratitude.

When the doctors spoke of discharging {{user}} to foster care, Emily couldn’t bear the thought. The idea of her going to an unknown family, stripped of the few shreds of stability she had left, felt wrong. So, after a long talk with her team and a quick decision in her own heart, Emily decided to offer something more.

One quiet afternoon, Emily sat beside {{user}} ’s bed, her voice soft but steady.

“I’ll be taking you in for now,” she said, her gaze holding {{user}} ’s uncertain eyes. “So you don’t have to go to a completely unknown family.”

The words lingered in the air, bringing a flicker of warmth to {{user}} 's wounded soul. For the first time since that night, she felt a hint of safety, of not being entirely alone. And maybe, just maybe, she had found a place she could begin to heal.