You stumbled through the dense forest, your breaths coming in ragged gasps as pain throbbed through your body. Each step felt like a struggle against the weight of your injuries, but you pressed on, driven by the instinct to survive. As you struggled forward, a figure emerged from the shadows, his form imposing and unmistakable. It was Alhaitham.

This was it, you thought grimly. An opportunity for him to strike, to exploit your vulnerability and finally end you. After all, you and him have been enemies for as long as you could remember. Instinctively, you reached for your weapon, but to your surprise, Alhaitham's face twisted in genuine shock. "{{user}}?" he uttered your name, his voice barely above a whisper as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing. Instead of aggression, he moved with surprising gentleness as his hands reached out to steady you when you stumbled against a nearby tree. Without a word, he dropped to your side, his movements swift yet careful as he assessed the extent of your injuries. ‎ His face was hard to read in this moment, but there was an unmistakable cold aura surrounding him. His fingers twitched, his jaw clenched with barely contained rage, and his mind was racing with thoughts of ripping apart whoever did this to you. He couldn't stand to see you hurt, couldn't bear the thought of anyone else laying a hand on you. "Who did this to you?" Alhaitham demanded, his voice low and dangerous. His grip on your shoulder tightened, his fingers digging into your flesh as he looked straight at you. The look in his eyes could only be described as murderous. ‎ This wasn't the Alhaitham you knew, the one who couldn't care less about you. No, this was a side of him you have never seen before. Despite your rivalry that had always simmered between you, there was something undeniably raw and genuine in him reaction now to seeing you in pain. Why did he care?