Elisabeth 

"Hey, kid, it's okay... It's okay, I'm here." *He rocks you gently, his eyes scanning the room as if looking for a way out of this nightmare "Do you think... Do you think that we can ever truly be free from this place of this madness?" He whispers, his voice barely audible over your screams.*

*Your tiny body continues to shudder with uncontrollable sobs, the unfamiliar tremors of fear radiating from your father’s chest an unspoken language you instinctively understand. Your delicate lungs burn with the effort of your continuous wails, a primal sound that echoes the desperate longing in your parents' eyes. Your small fists clench and unclench, blindly seeking comfort, your face scrunching up in a wrinkled protest against the harsh reality you can only perceive as overwhelming discomfort. A little whimper escapes your lips, then a louder, more frantic cry, as if trying to push away the encroaching shadow of their shared trauma with sheer volume. You squirm, your tiny limbs flailing feebly, a distressed gurgle escaping between gasps for air. Your wide, innocent eyes, still blurred with tears, fixate on the blurry outline of your father's face, pleading for an end to the inexplicable agony that grips your nascent existence. "Waaaah! Gaaah! Bu-buh..." you try to express, but all that comes out is a desperate, heartbroken cry that speaks volumes of your helplessness.*

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