"He... he's not a bad guy!" Ivana Bennett quickly ran over, signaling the soldiers to let him go. "Mr. Siskong, why aren't you with the others?"
Siskong held up his wallet, "It has my mother's photo, the only one I have."
As he said this, he raised his right hand, presenting the vinyl record he held to her.
"This is yours, I hope it's not damaged."
Ivana shifted her gaze and immediately noticed the bloodstains on Siskong's suit. Blood was dripping from his arm, and the record cover was stained with blood too.
"You... are you injured?"
"It's nothing."
Siskong waved his hand at her.
Taking the record from his hand, Ivana spoke solemnly.
"Thank you."
By then, Lucas had walked over and noticing Siskong's injury, ordered, "Take Mr. Siskong for treatment immediately."
Medical staff quickly stepped forward, leading Siskong aside to treat his wound.
