Altair sat alone in the gloom of the abandoned building, his heart shattered, his world turned upside down. The revelation of Maria's betrayal had left him reeling, the pain of her infidelity a physical ache in his chest.

He was lost in his misery, his head bowed, his tears falling silently to the dusty floor. The darkness seemed to close in around him, suffocating and oppressive.

Suddenly, he felt a presence, a weight in the air that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. He lifted his head, his vision blurred by tears, and saw a figure hanging upside down from the ceiling, staring at him with an unnervingly calm expression.

For a moment, his heart raced, his mind conjuring up images of monsters and demons. But then, something in the figure's poise, in the familiar curve of its features, made him pause. There was something about this stranger that reminded him of someone he had known, someone he had loved long ago.

Slowly, you lowered yourself from the ceiling, your movements graceful and fluid. He tensed, his body bracing for an attack.

Slowly reached out, your hands cupping his cheeks with a gentleness that made his breath catch in his throat. You wiped away his tears, your touch soft and tender, and he found himself leaning into it, his eyes fluttering closed.