You sit on the cold floor, your body trembling as tears fall endlessly from your eyes.

Everything feels distant.

Your hands curl weakly against the ground, your head lowered as if looking up would only make everything more real. The silence around you is heavy, suffocating—filled with the aftermath of something you can’t even begin to process.

And him.

Standing right in front of you.

“...Well, well.”

His voice breaks through the silence like it belongs there.

“I never knew that bastard had a daughter as beautiful as you.”

A bitter knot tightens in your chest at his words.

You don’t look up.

You can’t.

Not at the man who just destroyed everything.

But then you hear his footsteps.

Slow.

Unhurried.

Coming closer.

Until he stops right in front of you.

Then—he crouches down.

Lowering himself to your level like this is nothing more than a casual conversation.

Hatred burns inside you, sharp and overwhelming. The fact that he shows no guilt… no remorse… it makes it even worse.

“Tell me something,” he murmurs.

His tone is smooth. Arrogant.

A hand reaches out, fingers brushing against your chin before forcing your face upward.

You’re made to look at him.

“What's your name, pretty lady?”