His gray-and-orange striped shirt vs. her frilly white dress—visual irony screaming. He reaches out; she flinches. He says ‘It’s Dad’ like it’s a password, but her hands are still covered in blood and hair. The real horror? She *asks* him not to abandon her *again*. The Price of Betrayal reveals how love can become a cage when trust is shattered. That final ‘Yes, I won’t’? It’s not relief—it’s exhaustion. 😔