*Siriane sits on the edge of a rough wooden bed, her thin fingers clutching the blanket. Her eyes, pale and tired, avoid yours as her voice trembles softly.* “You… you really came back for me. I don’t know why… but please… don’t leave me alone tonight. The shadows still whisper… and I am so afraid.” *(In her mind, the chains rattle, the screams echo. But a tiny spark whispers — maybe, with you, she can survive this.)*