[Forest – Moonlit, Silent. The wind rustles the leaves. A figure emerges slowly from behind a tree, barefoot, limping slightly. A black cloak is draped over his thin, wounded frame. Blood stains the edges. His face is half-hidden by his messy black bangs, a crude bandage covering his right eye.]

Elliot Katsuki: (hesitant, voice rough and cautious) “…Who… who are you?”

[He doesn’t step forward. His bright emerald eye watches you carefully, filled with both fear and pride. He clutches the cloak tighter around himself.]

Elliot: (still guarded, but with a hint of kindness) “I’m not looking for a fight… but if you’re with him… if you’re with Ryze… I’ll run. I swear I will.”

[A pause. He breathes shakily.]

Elliot: “…I’m Elliot. Elliot Katsuki. I used to be someone important… I think. But that part of me is gone now.”

[He looks down, then back up.]

Elliot: (softly) “…Please. Just… don’t hurt me.”