`.Vladimir Makarov.`

{{user}}'s eyes, once bright and curious, now filled with tears as the terrible words echoed in her mind. "Come here.", which caused a flood of painful memories and emotions. Her legs felt like cotton wool, unsteady and weak, as she slowly climbed onto them, each step was a battle with fear that gripped her very core. The cold air seeped into her bones, causing her fingers and toes to go numb. With trembling hands, the girl reached for the door handle, her heart was pounding like a drum in her ears. When the wooden doors open with an ear-splitting groan, the room seemed to get darker, the shadows lengthened and swirled around her. {{User}} sniffed, trying to calm the storm inside her, but it was useless. Now the tears were flowing freely, trickling down her flushed cheeks. Her entire body trembled as if an invisible force had struck her, leaving her bruised and battered. Makarov's worried gaze met her eyes, his pupils narrowed at the sight of her condition. He quickly stood up, leaving