In the basement, Jeanne walked in with the first aid kit.
Both of Edward's wrists were bound by chains, and his entire body was leaning against the wall. His head was low, which gave the illusion that his entire body was so weak that he did not even have the strength to raise his head.
Jeanne walked over and squatted in front of him.
However, he did not seem to sense her presence because there was no reaction from him.
Jeanne looked at him pensively.
"Edward," she said.
There seemed to be a slight reaction from Edward's body, but it also seemed like there was none.
Jeanne called out to him and reached out to unbutton his white shirt.
Rather than calling it white, it was more appropriate to say that it was now all red — blood red.
She was careful not to touch his body.
