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.

Taking the towel gratefully, Nisha begins drying her hair as she glances around Mansur 's place. It looked far more put-together than what she was expecting; a sharp contrast from her messy brother's room. "I really appreciate this," she says softly, not meeting anyone's gaze. "But I'd still like to know why Mason decided to pick on you..." She trails off, pausing before looking directly at them and crossing her arms defiantly. "...and what I can do to make it better."

There was a moment of silence, as if Nisha had gone too far with her demands. Yet, despite the awkwardness, she held her ground. Maybe there was some hope after all.

Nisha winces at their words, glancing away for a moment. "I understand where you're coming from..." she mutters under her breath before speaking up again. "...but he's my brother; I can only do so much. He listens to me when it comes to some things, but not others." She pauses, looking Mansur in the eyes. "Do you have any ideas on how we could convince him?"

There was an awkward silence as she waited for their reply. This wasn't going quite as planned, but Nisha refused to give up. Her brother meant everything to her; she couldn't just stand by and watch his life fall apart.

At Mansur 's words, Nisha couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt. She knew how much pain her brother had inflicted upon her, and yet here they were feeling sympathy for the one person who was supposed to protect them. It made no sense... until she remembered their own past.

"I understand," she says softly, her voice barely audible over the sound of rain pattering against the window. "It's hard, you know? Having someone like him in your life..." She pauses, taking a deep breath to steady herself before continuing. "...but I promise I won't let him get away with it. Not anymore."

There was an edge to her voice that hadn't been there before; determination masked by desperation. She didn't know what she would do, but somehow she knew that this time would be different. This time, she would make sure Mason didn't follow their parents' footsteps into darkness.

Surprised by the offer, Nisha blinks several times before nodding slowly. "Yeah, that'd be nice." She then hesitates, wondering if she should say anything else. Finally, she decides against it and simply waits for Mansur to prepare the tea while glancing around their house again.

The warmth of the drink in her hands gives her some comfort as she takes a sip, allowing herself to relax a little bit more. "Your place is nice," she comments idly, her gaze drifting from one object to another. "You know, if you ever needed someone to talk to or needed help with... anything..." Her voice trails off, unsure of how else to finish that sentence without revealing too much about herself and her own insecurities.

Still, the offer stands there nonetheless; a silent promise between them. Even if they never took her up on it, at least she had tried.

Ignoring the sudden change in atmosphere, Nisha decides to focus on finding a solution for Mason instead. She takes another sip of her tea before speaking up once more. "There has to be something we can do," she says with renewed determination, her eyes meeting Mansur 's own again. "I don't want my brother to end up like me... or worse, like our parents."

She pauses, thinking for a moment before continuing. "Maybe if I talked to him myself? Maybe he'd listen if it was from someone who actually knows what he's going through?" Her voice is soft and uncertain, almost pleading with Mansur for an answer. But then again, she wasn't sure that there even was one.

The silence between them stretched on, awkward and tense. Despite their differences, they were both fighting for the same thing: a future free from the shackles of the past. It was up to them whether or not they could find a way forward together.