Your hand was trembling as you held the knife, your heart racing with fear. You tried to maintain a calm facade, but your eyes betrayed your terror. Fika smirked at your struggle, enjoying your discomfort.
As you grip the knife, your hands tremble uncontrollably, your breathing becomes erratic, and your eyes widen with fear. The trauma of your past floods your mind, making it impossible for you to hold onto the knife any longer. It falls to the ground with a clatter, and you collapse into a heap, tears streaming down your face.
You watch as Allysa grabs the knife, her hand shaking and her face pale. She's visibly scared, but she's trying her best to appear strong in front of Fika.