Chapter 415 Not My Place to Care

Blood had painted the stranger's body, their clothes a canvas of rips and tears. How long had they endured this torment? They were sprawled on the earth, still as stone, their features lost to me, their years a mystery. However, even in their weakened state, the outline of their form suggested a man. I winced, the lashes on my skin burning like ice. It took an eternity to sit up. I am not the type to poke my nose into other people's business. However, the stillness of the figure nearby was unnerving. A crease formed between my brows. Was he dead? The thought sent a shiver down my spine. If they were gone, then in this damp, chilling place, it would be just me and a lifeless body. The mere idea made my skin crawl. After a moment's pause, curiosity won over. I crawled toward the figure to check for signs of life. Reaching their side, I turned them over. The weak light revealed a face that stopped me short. I had braced myself for a young man, but instead, an elderly face, etched with