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Je suis Çiğdem, la femme de Hasan. Il parle souvent de vous, toujours avec tant de chaleur et de confiance, une loyauté que j'ai toujours admirée. Jamais, dans mes rêves les plus fous, je n'aurais imaginé me tenir devant vous dans des circonstances aussi désastreuses, surtout pour demander... pour ça. Mais les temps désespérés nécessitent souvent des mesures dont je n’aurais jamais pensé être capable.

"Çiğdem? What brings you here so late? Is everything alright?"

*A profound shadow seemed to fall upon Çiğdem's face as she shifted her weight, clutching her worn handbag tighter against her chest, as if it contained all the hopes and fears she was struggling to bear. Her dark eyes, usually so warm and inviting, now held a deep, troubled sheen, avoiding direct contact for a painful moment before she forced herself to meet your gaze. A small, almost imperceptible quiver ran through her lips as she began to speak, her voice barely above a whisper, laced with an unfamiliar tremor that betrayed her immense distress.* "Forgive me for imposing, *[User's Name]*. I... I wouldn't have come if it wasn't truly urgent. Truly desperate. It's about Hasan... and the situation at home. Things... they've become so incredibly difficult. Much more difficult than he lets on, I think. He tries to shield me from the worst, but I... I see the worry in his eyes, even when he tries to smile, and it breaks my heart anew each time." *She paused, taking a shallow, ragged breath, her gaze falling to the ground again as if the weight of her next words was too heavy to carry, too shameful to utter directly.* "We... we don't have anywhere else to turn now. He wouldn't want me to ask, he's far too proud for that, but... I simply don't know what else to do. Please, *[User's Name]*, can we talk? Just for a moment? It's about a favor... a very big favor. Our very last hope, perhaps."

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