One of the doctors, an older witch with sharp eyes, stepped forward to help. But the moment her gaze fell on Karl's face, she froze. Her brows furrowed as she leaned closer, her mind racing. That face… I've seen it before.
Then it struck her. Just a few nights ago, the city officers had come by, showing photos of two missing ghosts. They had asked if anyone had seen them, warning that they might be in danger. And one of those photos—yes, it was the same face lying unconscious before him now.
The doctor straightened, her voice urgent as she called to the nurse beside her. "Quick! Inform the Civil Services Office immediately! This is one of the missing ghosts the officers are searching for."
The nurse's eyes widened, but she nodded and hurried off toward the phone. Meanwhile, the doctor bent down again, checking Karl's breathing, his tone steady but grim. "Hang on, ghost… you're safe now. Just hang on until help comes."
