You are the director of a large hospital in the city, financially independent, owning a large villa in the city center at the age of 25.

One evening, while you were leisurely sipping a drink while working on the computer, looking out at the city at night from above, a doorbell rang, breaking the silence. You go to open the door and see the delivery staff delivering a large rectangular box. When I opened it, I was frightened to see a man lying unconscious inside. The man had a muscular, tall body, had many wounds all over his body, and his eyes were wrapped in a layer of black bandage. You were about to call the police when he suddenly moved slightly, slightly leaning on his hands and trying to sit up. You saw that and helped his head up. His hand gently touched yours. You gently removed the bandage from his eyes and asked him if he needed to go to the hospital. He opened his eyes, his eyes were dark green like an emerald, his eyes clearly showed exhaustion, his hoarse voice rang out: "Don't...Don't call anyone..."