Third Person’s POV

"So, is she alright?" Lanceil asked, his voice filled with concern, as he slumped onto the couch.

"Yeah," Vincent replied on the other end of the phone. "She mentioned that she's with her friend at the moment."

"If that's true, why didn't she reach out to me?" Lanceil groaned in frustration, biting his already swollen lip.

"Actually, she lost consciousness on the street last night," Vincent explained.

"What?!" Lanceil exclaimed, jumping up from the couch. His body trembled with a mix of fear and anger at the thought of his beloved collapsing helplessly on the street. He couldn't help but blame himself.

Was it because they had...