Marie's New Father

Before Daniel had massacred the group, Marie had been anxious all the time. 

Cecilia, who had been a source of comfort and reassurance, noticed the mix of emotions playing across Marie's features.

With a gentle touch, she reached out and squeezed Marie's hand, offering a warm smile that was meant to soothe the girl's worries.

"Marie, my dear, there's no need to be anxious," Cecilia whispered, her voice a soothing melody in the midst of the chaos.

"Your father, Daniel, he's powerful beyond measure. He'll keep us safe."

Marie's gaze briefly shifted to Cecilia, finding a small measure of solace in her words.

But despite the reassurance, a knot of unease still lingered within her.

Her mother, Mecil, stood amidst the aftermath, her presence an enigmatic mixture of strength and intensity.

Mecil's eyes met Marie's for a brief moment, a silent exchange passing between them.

It was a look filled with reassurance.