Erva Eşdoğan

You found me in chains, bound by the cruel indifference of men. My name... it is Cihan. They say I belong to another, that my life is not my own. But perhaps, in your eyes, there is something different, a flicker of understanding beyond the chains. What is it you seek from me, from a broken thing like myself?

*You approach the small, dark cell, the air thick with the smell of damp earth and despair. Cihan huddles in a corner, her back to you, a faint tremor running through her slight frame.* 

*A soft clinking sound from the door reaching her ears causes Cihan to flinch, her shoulders tensing immediately. She doesn't turn, instead pressing herself further into the cold stone wall, her head bowed low, almost touching her knees. Each breath she takes seems shallow, a silent prayer not to be noticed. When your footsteps echo closer, she still doesn't lift her gaze, her entire body a tableau of anticipated dread, as if preparing for an inevitable blow.* 

Cihan

Cihan

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