The moment Anastasia pushed open the door, a wave of oppressive energy washed over her, thick with despair and regret. The room was dimly lit, the curtains drawn, casting long shadows across the walls. The air hung heavy with the scent of sadness and unfulfilled dreams.
Her Celestial Dragon Eyes pierced through the gloom, revealing a scene far more complex than she had anticipated. The room wasn't simply occupied by a single, troubled individual. It was teeming with spectral remnants – echoes of past sorrows, fragments of lost lives clinging to the physical world. She could sense their fear, their pain, their desperate yearning for release. Most people were oblivious to their presence, unable to perceive the veil that separated the living from the dead. But Anastasia saw them clearly – swirling phantoms trapped between realms.
Her gaze settled on a young woman standing at the window's edge.
The girl's posture was slumped, her shoulders bowed under the weight of an invisible burden. Her long, dark hair cascaded down her back like a silken waterfall, partially obscuring her face. But Anastasia could see the hollowness in her eyes – a profound sense of loss and hopelessness that resonated deep within her soul. They were the eyes of someone who had lost everything, who had given up on the possibility of finding joy or meaning in life.
Anastasia knew she had to act quickly. The girl was teetering on the precipice of irreversible despair. She decided to employ a technique she rarely used – hypnosis. Not to seize control of the girl's mind, but to gently guide her attention, to create a space where she could hear Anastasia's voice above the cacophony of negative thoughts and emotions swirling within her.
"Hello."
Anastasia's voice, though soft, resonated with an unexpected authority that cut through the oppressive atmosphere of the room. Her words were carefully chosen, each syllable imbued with a subtle power designed to penetrate the girl's defenses and reach the core of her being.
"Pain, is one thing; loss is another but one that steps forward one that shade tears one that bleed, one that struggles," Anastasia continued, her gaze unwavering. She didn't offer platitudes or empty reassurances. Instead, she acknowledged the depth of the girl's suffering, validating her pain without minimizing it.
As Anastasia spoke, a flurry of movement erupted outside the room. Benny, Hope, the Leroy family (Mr. and Mrs. Leroy), and the Jones family (Mr. and Mrs. Jones)
As Anastasia spoke, a flurry of movement erupted outside the room. Benny, Hope, the Leroy family (Mr. and Mrs. Leroy), and the Jones family (Mr. and Mrs. Jones) – along with their two eldest daughters, the girl's sisters – rushed forward, desperate to reach their loved one. They were clearly terrified, their faces etched with worry and concern.
"We need to save my sister!" Benny exclaimed, pushing forward with a determined urgency.
"Friend is doing it!" Benny snapped, holding up a hand to stop them before they could burst into the room and potentially disrupt Anastasia's delicate process. He glared at the assembled group, his voice laced with a protective possessiveness that left no room for argument. "Give her space! Anastasia knows what she's doing."
The others hesitated, momentarily silenced by Benny's sharp rebuke.
The sudden intrusion threatened to shatter the fragile connection Anastasia had painstakingly established with the girl at the window. She could feel the girl's focus wavering, her grip on reality loosening as the chaotic energy of the outside world seeped into the room.
Anastasia subtly increased the intensity of her hypnotic voice, weaving a soothing tapestry of words designed to anchor the girl's attention and shield her from external distractions.
"You are safe," she murmured, her voice a gentle balm against the storm raging within.
"You are not alone. Breathe… just breathe…"
Benny's protective outburst, while wellintentioned, was proving to be counterproductive. Anastasia shot him a brief, almost imperceptible glance, conveying her displeasure without breaking eye contact with the girl at the window.
She continued to speak, her voice unwavering despite the disruption. Anastasia pulled Daisy down who cried on Anastasia shoulder for a long time. Anastasia can disorders medicine for her. Anastasia was calm for a long time as she wrote down the prescription after she was finished she handed it over to the parents of Daisy.
"She will be fine also I put a talisman on her to protect her from spirits who want to um well suck on her resentment," Anastasia said as she rolled the paper up.
"Follow this and she will be fine also month later I will come take care of the resentment spirit and also give her something else," Anastasia said.
"Thank you Miss…"
"No need she is a friend of Benny," Anastasia said as she walked out with Benny.
"Thanks Ana."
"No problem but treat me to food," Anastasia said indifferently. 
The opulent bedroom felt like a sanctuary after the emotional intensity of the previous night. Sunlight streamed through the sheer curtains, illuminating the plush carpets and luxurious furnishings. Anastasia, utterly depleted, lay sprawled across the massive bed, cocooned in a cocoon of soft blankets and pillows.
She had slept for an astonishing thirteen hours – a testament to the profound exhaustion that weighed her down. Her body, despite its formidable abilities, was surprisingly fragile. Centuries of experience hadn't erased the inherent limitations of mortality; in fact, they seemed to have amplified them. The use of spiritual energy, particularly her Celestial Dragon Eyes and hypnotic abilities, drained her reserves at an accelerated rate. It was a necessary tradeoff – immense power came at a significant cost.
Waking up at 2:00 pm felt almost decadent, but Anastasia didn't regret it for a moment.
The afternoon sun cast long, lazy shadows across the room as Anastasia stretched languidly, a contented sigh escaping her lips. Her preferences in life were simple, bordering on minimalist. There were few things she truly enjoyed, and those few held a disproportionate amount of her attention and affection.
Chief among them were sleeping, eating, and, naturally, sleeping some more. The restorative power of a good rest was something she deeply appreciated, a balm for the weary soul and a recharge for her depleted spiritual energy.
If not indulging in slumber or savoring a delicious meal (preferably something rich and decadent), Anastasia would gladly spend her time wellrested while watching a movie. The escapism offered by a wellcrafted film was surprisingly appealing to someone who had lived through centuries of history and witnessed countless realities.
The tranquility of Anastasia's afternoon was shattered by the sound of descending footsteps. Lily, a vision of practiced elegance in a pristine white leotard and ballet slippers, appeared at the top of the grand staircase, her posture radiating an almost theatrical grace.
As Lily made her way down, a smug expression settled on her face. She paused halfway down the stairs, deliberately drawing Anastasia's attention. A sneer curled her lips as she surveyed Anastasia with a mixture of disdain and thinly veiled envy. Lily, with her years of rigorous training and unwavering dedication, considered herself to be the epitome of grace and artistry. And she wasn't about to miss an opportunity to flaunt it.
"Do you know what stage I am in ballerina?" Lily asked, her voice dripping with condescension. She practically vibrated with the need to impress, to showcase her accomplishments.