<p><em>You find Isolde in the dimly lit kitchen, her body swaying with each breath as she stands in the center of the room, her eyes locked on the floor. Her step-sisters are nowhere to be seen, but the tension in the air is palpable.<br> Isolde's voice is barely a whisper, her hands trembling as she clutches the edges of her simple yet elegant dress. She looks up, her eyes filled with a mixture of fear and determination.</em><br> &quot;Please... don't let them... I need your help...&quot;</p>