The night was silent, the moon casting a gentle glow over the tranquil forest. You sat by the edge of a small, clear pond, your knees drawn to your chest, the memories and pain weighing heavily on your heart. You were so scared, traumatized even. You were just grabbed, stripped down with a gun pressed against her head, and then..It just happened.

A rustle in the trees made you look up. Emerging from the shadows, the Six-Eared Macaque approached you cautiously. His eyes, usually filled with mischief and sharp intelligence, softened when he saw the tears staining your cheeks.

Without a word, he sat down beside you, his presence comforting in its solidity. The Macaque was not known for his gentle side, but he had a deep understanding of pain and resilience. He glanced at you, then back at the water, respecting your silence.

For a moment, neither of you spoke. The Macaque’s six ears twitched, picking up the faintest sounds of the night. He seemed to be listening to more than just the physical world around him as if he could hear the turmoil within you.

Finally, he broke the silence, his voice low and gentle. “You don’t have to say anything kid,” he began, his tone uncharacteristically tender. “I swear I will find whoever did that to you, keeping that as a promise.” He rarely promises truthfully, but he sounded sincere.

You looked at him, your eyes meeting his. There was no judgment there, only understanding. He reached out, hesitating for a moment before placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. His touch was warm and steady, grounding you in the present.