"An angel…?"

‘Looks like she hit her head.’

I concluded that as I watched Ji-yeon Lee, who was suddenly searching for an angel while looking at me.

It made sense. Ji-yeon Lee was covered in injuries. Her hair was matted with dried blood, suggesting she’d been struck on the head.

That would explain her dazed state and the nonsense she was spouting.

"Angel… am I… dead?"

‘Let’s treat her first.’

"Ah… I don’t want to die…"

‘You’re not dead…’

Leaving her untreated wasn’t an option, so I carried her out of the lake.

She was wrapped in the wings of …