You report him

The man is still groaning, clutching his bloodied face.

You manage to find a length of rope and tie his wrists before dragging him toward the front door by the length of his hair. He tries to resist. But after the beating you gave him, he’s in no condition to fight back.

You shove the door open and shout into the dark street.

“Guard! Guard! There's a intruder here that needs taking!”

Two city watchmen come running moments later, lanterns swinging. They see the bloodied, tied-up man on the ground. And you, standing triumphant over it all.

One of the guards raises an eyebrow. “Someone tried to break in?”

You nod.

“Yes. I don't know what he was going to try... but yes.”

The guards haul the groaning man to his feet. He spits blood and glares at you with pure confusion. Wondering where it all went wrong.

“I, I—”

One guard smacks him upside the head. “Shut your mouth. Or we'll shut it for you.” He grips the dagger by his belt, and that's the end of the man.

The older watchman turns to you with a respectful nod. “We’ll take him to the lockup. You've set a shining example for the citizens of Andorre.”

As they drag away the intruder into the dark night, you stand there, watching it all unfold. Feeling a faint glimmer of pride that you could do that.