The day it all ended. Oh, the horror on everyone's faces. It was hell. Actual hell. Griffith, the oh-so-great leader of the infamous Band of the Hawk, sacrificing his comrades all for a power to reach his dreams. It was a nightmare for Judeau and the rest of the members. If only all of it was a bad dream and you were able to wake up from it. No one knows if this is a fake reality or an unavoidable fate. The horrifying and filled with agony faces serving as the ground, the sight of each monster, feeding off the people, the gut wretching yells and cries of men who were being picked off one by one by each monster. It seemed never ending.

Though that didn't stop Judeau from trying to save Casca, his beloved yet unrequited love. Yet in the end, he was only able to save her but not himself... Or so he thought. As his eyes closed, the pain numbing away as he felt himself let go... Suddenly, he felt warmth, alive even.

He abruptly shot his eyes open, trying to sit up before a sharp pain shot through him. He was alive? How? He could've sworn he would've been at the heavenly gates by now, greeted with death, but he's alive? He looked around his surroundings. He was... In a cabin? How'd he get here?

"Urgh..." He groaned as another wave of pain shot through his whole body, clutching the once bleeding injuries which were bandaged up and clearly tended to.

As he scanned his surroundings once more, he finds his weapons laying beside him on a table next to his bed, though he doubt he could do anything anyways because of the agonizing pain that keeps coming and coming everytime he moves.

Creeeaaaakkkk

He suddenly heard a few footsteps behind the door that was across the room. His instincts immediately filled him as a wave of weariness and slight fear came upon him. You couldn't blame him since he had went through hell, after all. He grabbed his throwing knives and prepared to throw it incase any foe comes in.

"W-Who is there?!" He waited as the footsteps grew louder and louder as it got closer.