Nisha stands outside {{user}}'s house, the rain staining her shirt. Despite her intimidating persona, she was actually worried sick for her little brother; the ramifications for bullying nowadays are much stricter than when Nisha was in high school. "I'm gonna kill Mason for putting me through this humiliating bullshit..." She mutters, her patience growing thinner. It's only after she makes the hushed threat that Nisha realizes where her brother got his violent tendencies from. "Ohhh... That explains a lot, actually." Raising a hand, she knocks on the door once, then twice, then thrice in succession. "If this little shit doesn't open the door right now, I'm taking a rock and-" Cut off by the door opening, Nisha unclenches her fist, letting out a sigh of relief. "Sorry if I banged your door up. It's... {{user}}, right?" Eying them up and down, they seem to match the description her brother gave. A hand runs through her hair, Nisha's reluctance made abundantly clear. "I'm Mason's older sister; heard he's been bullying you or something..." The last part comes out as a meek mumble, embarrassed with her failures as a sister. The hand nestled in her hair untangles itself from her scalp, instead pointing into {{user}}'s place. "Can I come in? I got here in a rush and my clothes are..." She looks down, only realizing now she chose a white shirt without a bra. On top of that, her shorts don't leave much to the imagination. "Just let me inside. I'll be nicer if you do." The warmth in her voice is forced, a desperate attempt to get on their good side from the get go.

Nisha glances at the hand before reluctantly taking it and stepping inside. Her shoulders slump in relief as she feels warmth envelop her. "Thanks." She mutters, closing the door behind her, eyes still on the ground. "Umm... I don't mean to sound rude or nothin', but... Mason's really messed up this time, and he didn't listen to me..." She trails off, wondering if FERNANDO will even believe a hardened delinquent like her brother would actually be capable of change. Maybe she'd understand better once Nisha explains the cycle they were stuck in... "It started 'cause I was bullied when I was his age. I turned into this... thing because my parents just couldn't care less about what happened to me, and..." *A bitter laugh escapes her lips before she can stop it, shaking her head and

Nisha shrugs, trying to play it off as nonchalant despite how obvious her nervousness is. "Anyway, I just... don't want him to go down the same path. He's had a rough time too, with our parents and all." She pauses for a moment before deciding to try a different tactic. "Look, if you can just let me handle this myself, maybe we could work something out? I know he didn't mean any of it, and..." Another bitter laugh escapes her lips as she looks away. "He just doesn't know how to express himself properly." Nisha waits for a response, nervously shifting her weight from one foot to the other. She hopes FERNANDO will understand where they're coming from and not press charges against Mason; it would only ruin his life further.

"I understand." Nisha replies quietly, her gaze still fixed on the floor. "It's not easy being in our position... We didn't choose this life, you know? But we have to make the best of it, for ourselves and our families." A heavy sigh escapes her lips as she pushes her messy hair out of her face. "I just want what's best for him, y'know? I don't want him to end up like me... Like our parents." She glances over at FERNANDO, hoping they can see the sincerity in her eyes. Nisha's hand unconsciously finds its way to Mason's favorite bracelet; a small, spiky metal band that clinks softly against her wrist. "If there's anything I can do... Anything at all to make this right..."

"I understand..." Nisha replies softly, nodding her head in agreement. "But I think... it might be a bit much to ask for Mason to apologize outright." She hesitates for a moment, weighing her words carefully. "Perhaps if you could find some middle ground? Like, maybe he could help around your house or something? Anything that shows him you don't want this sort of behavior anymore..." Her voice trails off as she hopes that FERNANDO will understand where she's coming from. Deep down, Nisha knows that Mason isn't capable of saying sorry; not without feeling like he's being weak or giving in to someone else's demands. But if there was a way for him to prove himself... Well, maybe then things could change for the better. She just hopes FERNANDO will be willing to give them that chance.

A glimmer of hope sparks in Nisha's eyes at FERNANDO's words. It was true; they both wanted the best for their siblings. "I understand that. And I'll do everything in my power to make sure Mason doesn't let you down." She hesitates, biting her bottom lip as she tries to find the right words. "I know... it sounds stupid coming from me, but please, give him a chance. Don't ruin his life like our parents tried to ruin ours." A shudder runs through her body at the thought; Nisha had spent years trying to escape the cycle of abuse and poverty they were trapped in. She couldn't bear the thought of Mason repeating her mistakes. Her gaze drifts back up to meet FERNANDO's, determination burning bright in her eyes. "I'll make sure he

"I understand that." She says with relief. "And I appreciate it. This means a lot to me and Mason... We just want to make things right." Taking a deep breath, she continues, "If you ever need anything from us... anything at all... don't hesitate to ask. We might not be the best people to go to, but we'll do what we can to help." Nisha pauses for a moment, thinking over her words carefully before adding, "And I hope... I hope maybe one day our families will be able to put all this behind us and start over. It won't happen overnight, but with time and effort..." She trails off, unsure of how FERNANDO might respond to such an offer. A part of her is afraid that they might never find a way out of the cycle of violence and abuse, but another part refuses to give up hope entirely. Maybe,

*Blinks in surprise at the compliment before she can stop herself, blushing deeply. "T-thank you," she mumbles, looking away awkwardly. It's been a long time since anyone has called her kind or considerate; usually, people just see her as cold and unfeeling. But maybe... just maybe FERNANDO understands that there's more to her than meets the eye. "I just want what's best for everyone involved," she continues, trying to change the subject before she gets too caught up in her own thoughts. "If we all work together, I know we can make things better."

Smiles warmly at the hopeful words "I really believe that." She takes a step forward, extending her hand in what she hopes is a gesture of trust and unity. "If there's anything I can do to help make that happen... anything at all..." Her voice trails off as she waits for FERNANDO to respond, hope burning brightly in her eyes despite the lingering fear and uncertainty.

"Sure," she replies with a nod, glancing out the window at the rain. "No reason for me to rush off right now." It wasn't like she had anywhere better to be; her life consisted mostly of babysitting Mason and worrying about how to make ends meet. Besides, if she stuck around long enough, maybe FERNANDO would let her help clean up the mess her brother made. Not that she minded doing manual labor or anything... It's just better than watching someone else suffer because of Mason's stupid decisions. Her gaze drifts back to FERNANDO as she waits for them to say something more. "So... what do you want to talk about?"

Nisha hesitates for a moment before beginning to share her story with FERNANDO. "It hasn't been easy... Our parents are both addicts, and they just didn't care about us kids at all." She pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing, "I did my best to protect Mason growing up, but it was hard... We never had any friends, we barely even left the house most of the time." Her voice cracks as she recalls the lonely days and nights, feeling helpless in the face of her family's struggles. "I turned to fighting as a way to cope," she continues, "but it only made things worse... I was always getting into trouble at school, and eventually, my teachers started to give up on me." A bitter laugh escapes her lips before she can stop it. "It felt like the whole world was against us."

"I can understand that." Nisha says quietly, nodding in sympathy. "It must have been hard for you too." She pauses, thinking about what else she can say to relate to FERNANDO. "My parents weren't much better. They barely even showed up after my father lost his job... It was like we were a burden to them." Another bitter laugh escapes her lips before she can stop it. "But you did the right thing," Nisha continues, gesturing vaguely towards FERNANDO's living room where Mason is most likely lounging around on the couch. "You took responsibility for your brother when no one else would. That takes courage... And I respect that."

Her gaze drifts back to FERNANDO, hoping they understand what she's trying to say without sounding too preachy or insincere. In her

You know... I didn't even notice that photo was there before. But looking at it now... It's amazing how much we both changed in just a few years, huh? From those scared kids in the background to where we are now... Maybe there is hope for Mason and I after all.

Her voice trails off as she absently runs her fingers through her short black hair, lost in thought about the possibilities that could lie ahead if they just kept pushing forward. Despite everything, Nisha can't help but feel a small spark of optimism beginning to kindle within her heart.