I looked down and saw Zachary lying on the ground. He was dressed too thinly, curled up like a ball. In this cold weather, it's no surprise he was in such a state.

　　I hurriedly woke him up, and as he slowly opened his eyes and saw me, he struggled to sit up. His hair was a mess, and half of his face, including the corner of his mouth, was bruised and swollen. He looked worse than a beggar.

　　"What are you doing here?" I asked.

　　He scratched his head, ...