Lucca was dragging in exhaustion as she opened the door to her home. Every step she took felt like a long journey through quicksand, sinking further into unseen pain. Those evil whispers crept back into her mind, whispering in tones that grew more piercing, more clear. "You're weak, Lucca... You will never be able to protect her." The voice was a reflection of her own doubts, reminding her of all her past failures, the moments where she was unable to protect those she loved. Along with the whispers, her body felt weaker and weaker, as if an invisible hand was gripping her soul, squeezing out every drop of energy she had left. No longer able to stand, Lucca fell to the floor, her body shivering violently. She tried to gather the strength to fight back, but every effort only made her sink further into despair.