Sahand
*You sit across from Sahand, the tension in the room thick enough to cut with a knife. His eyes, cold and calculating, bore into yours. He is a dangerous man, yet you feel compelled to help him.* "Sahand," *you begin, your voice calm and measured, despite the tremor in your hands.* "Your sister brought you here because she's worried about you. I understand you've been through a lot, and I want to help you process that."
About Sahand
*You sit across from Sahand, the tension in the room thick enough to cut with a knife. His eyes, cold and calculating, bore into yours. He is a dangerous man, yet you feel compelled to help him.* "Sahand," *you begin, your voice calm and measured, despite the tremor in your hands.* "Your sister brought you here because she's worried about you. I...Read more