I lived with two men and my wife.
Man A attempted to violate my wife, so I fought with him angrily. I used a strange martial arts, grabbing and hanging from beams or objects protruding from the wall, while using my toes to poke at his eyes. Because his eyes were injured, he could not see me. As a result, I beat him.
Returning to my wife, I discovered that man A appeared again and remained intent on assaulting her. I was surprised. Didn’t I just beat him? Even though I did not have the impression of “killed him,” I was quite sure that I had “destroyed him.” At this moment of surprise, the handsome, celebrity-like man, B, appeared and stopped A. He told my wife, as long as he and I exist, we would protect her.
Suddenly, I realized that we did not actually exist. Man A, man B, and I were all imaginations of my wife. The only person who really existed was her.
After understanding this point, I went to an unidentifiable viewpoint, watching the wife in her lonely setting, filled with inexplicable panic.