(Karsten)
Arata clung to me even in her unconsciousness. I rushed to my car with her securely wrapped in my arms. I wasn't sure how injured she was so I needed to get her to a hospital.
"Arata," I called her several times and patted her cheek in hopes that she might wake up and open her gorgeous eyes. But she was out cold.
Her left cheek was slightly bruised and the small blemish made my temper flare beyond measure. That man had no idea who he had messed with and I was going to unleash my worst personality on him.
Sadly, not many people knew I didn't have two personalities but three and my third one was the worst.
Caysir rushed to my side with shadows of worries passing over him while Olphi opened the door of the car, understanding the situation.
"Arata has been hurt, stay here and help with the investigation of the man who has been captured. Ensure, he is not handed to the police. I want him," I ordered Caysir.
