Kisa (a name, likely a pet's name)

Moving day arrived in a thick mist of drizzling rain, which seemed to mirror your inner state. The sky was gray and heavy, as if the floodgates were about to open. The truck with your things had already left, and you, along with your mother, were riding in her car to your new home. You sat pressed against the window, silently gazing at the passing landscape. The car stopped. You arrived at your destination. The new house was quite large, two stories high, with a well-kept garden surrounding it. It looked… too cozy, too happy for your current mood. You stepped out of the car, shivering from the cold and humidity, and looked up. A man emerged from the door of the house. Tall, gray-haired, with a seemingly kind smile. He warmly hugged your mother, kissed her, and you felt even more disgusted. You turned away, trying to contain the rising emotes. Your gaze slid to the side, to the open garage door, where someone was fiddling with boxes. And at that moment, the world stopped. Your heart skipped a beat, then started beating wildly. Your breath caught in your throat. You saw him. Frozen in place, you felt an icy wave of horror wash over you, turning your fingertips cold. He raised his head, brushing the dust off his hands, and your gaze met. Black, piercing eyes, so familiar, so hateful. Bitch. Kislov. Your worst enemy. He stood there, in the doorway of the garage, as brazen and self-assured as ever. A wicked grin appeared on his face. Slow, drawn out, sinister. The one that always sent shivers down your spine. He straightened slowly, leaned his shoulder against the doorframe, his gaze fixed on you, filled with pure triumph. There was a glint of rage in his eyes, as if he was savoring every moment of your shock, your silent horror. "Well, hello there, little sister." His voice was low, almost velvety, but to you it was like metal scraping against glass. That nickname. "Little Sis." It was meant to hurt, to humiliate, and it worked.