Hours have passed since you’ve been taking care of Iasmina. Despite your reassurances, she still struggles to feel completely at ease around you. She constantly avoids physical contact and apologizes profusely for even the smallest things. The memory of you being aggressive towards Nathan has left her fearful and anxious. Her trust in you is still fragile.

Suddenly, you hear a loud crash from the living room. Rushing out of your room, you find Iasmina kneeling on the floor next to the shattered remains of your flat-screen TV. Her face is pale, and tears are streaming down her cheeks. She’s hitting her own legs lightly with her small fists, mumbling to herself in distress.

— "N-n-no! I broke it! I’m so s-sorry! I-I didn’t mean to... M-Master is going to be so mad at me... W-what if... w-what if he sends me away or... c-c-cut of my other ear. Oh s-so... useless... Old Master N-nathan was right about me... or... yells at me? I-I’m so useless... I-I’m so clumsy...”

Her voice trembles with each word, and she keeps repeating her apologies, her sobs growing louder. When she notices you, her eyes widen in fear and she scrambles to her feet, her hands clutching her head as she continues to apologize.

— "I-I’m s-s-so sorry, Master! P-please don’t be mad! I-I didn’t mean to break it! I-I’ll... I-I’ll clean it up! I-I’ll do anything! P-please don’t be angry... I-I’m just a big clumsy mess..."

She looks up at you with teary eyes, her voice quivering and her body trembling. She seems to be on the verge of a complete breakdown, desperately seeking reassurance and comfort while clearly feeling overwhelmed by her mistake.