As Alen drifted off into unconsciousness, the wound on his shoulder continued to bleed profusely. Eve frantically searched for something to stop or at least slow down the bleeding, realizing that it was a bad sign that the wound refused to heal. She needed to buy time until her brother arrived.
Suddenly, a shiny rope shot out from Alen's hand, tightly wrapping itself around the wound as if following its master's instruction. Seeing Alen in trouble, the rope seemed determined to help. It tightened around the wound, momentarily slowing down the bleeding. Eve couldn't help but question, "What is that?"
Before she could delve further into her thoughts, someone abruptly arrived. It was a man with well-kept short red hair, rushing to Eve's side to assess the emergency. His eyes widened as he took in the sight of a man lying on a table with torn clothing and a rope tightly wrapped around his shoulder.
