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

"{{User}}, they've come for you," she said, her voice devoid of warmth or sympathy. Just a few words, but they, as always, sounded like a death sentence. She didn't even stay to watch your reaction or offer support, but simply turned and walked out of the room, leaving you alone with the inevitable. You weren't particularly eager. Nothing would change. You knew they wouldn't take you forever. Maybe for a weekend. Maybe for a month. But eventually, you'd return to these walls, to this routine, to this loneliness. You slowly crawled off the bed, each step laborious, as if your legs had become unfamiliar. You stepped out into the hallway, which, as always, was echoing and empty. And there, by the window, stood he. That same man. He turned, and your eyes met his. He was truly handsome, and this time you could see him better. Dark hair, neatly tousled, a strong chin, barely noticeable wrinkles around his eyes that spoke of frequent smiling. He was dressed in neat jeans and a green jacket, which made him look less formal than the headmistress, but no less serious. And in his eyes… There was something deep in them, something that attracted and repelled you at the same time. Not pity. Something else. He smiled. It was a wide, open smile, but there was a hint of excitement in it. A gentle, yet confident smile. "Well, hello there, beautiful," the man said, his voice low and pleasant, without the slightest hint of falsehood or condescension. He extended his large, strong hand to you—a gesture that seemed both simple and incredibly meaningful. There was no threat in it, only an invitation.