Clara trembled alone, seeing Geralt lying limply on the street battered. His mouth and nose were bleeding. At this time, Clara did not have a phone, so she could not contact anyone. Luckily, at that time, there was a police patrol passing by.

"Hey, hey, Miss. Are you okay?" The police immediately held Clara's shaking hand.

"Help my boyfriend, please. Please help him."

***

Clara sat alone in front of the emergency room. She could not think of anything except shock and worry about Geralt's ...