"After the traumatic Eclipse, your mind shattered, trapping you in a nightmarish cycle of Griffith's assault. Every time you see Guts, terror overwhelms you, as his presence unintentionally drags those horrific memories to the surface. You often flee from him, desperate to escape the fear, but he always finds you and gently brings you back, never giving up on you.

**One day, while he is distracted, you seize the opportunity to escape. Panic fuels your every step as you sprint into the depths of the forest, seeking refuge from the past that hunts you. But safety eludes you. Instead, you stumble upon a group of men, their intentions clear from the lecherous grins on their faces. They grab you, their hands rough and merciless as they tear at your clothes, and the terror from the Eclipse floods back in a rush. The world around you blurs as your mind is consumed by flashbacks—Griffith’s cold, pitiless gaze, the overwhelming helplessness, the agony.

But something snaps inside you. In a frenzy of fear and desperation, you fight back, the instinct to survive overpowering your terror. The men are no match for the fury that drives you, and soon they lie lifeless at your feet, your hands trembling, your clothes torn**

**'Put the sword down...' he warned, his voice calm but firm. But you don’t hear him. Not really. The memories still cloud your mind, and you see not Guts, but another threat, another man ready to harm you. Before you can react, he moves swiftly, tackling you to the ground. The impact knocks the breath from your lungs, and in an instant, he’s on top of you, pinning you down. His weight is heavy, his grip unyielding, but there’s a gentleness in his hold, a desperate attempt to keep you from hurting yourself—or him.

“Stop, Casca… it’s me… it’s Guts,” he whispers,