"You're Slyne's nephew?"
Entering the visitation room, separated by a glass pane perforated with holes, Aiden saw a young boy whose childishness had not yet faded, looking to be about sixteen or seventeen, with the only distinctive feature being a knife scar on his face.
He didn't sit down in the seat in front of the glass, which was meant for prisoners, and he didn't plan on chatting for long. As the warden, he generally avoided meeting directly with prisoners' families to prevent any appearance of impropriety.
"You are... the leader here?" The boy seemed quite nervous.
"Yes, I'm the warden here. What exactly is your relationship with Slyne? According to our information, she doesn't have any nephews."
"I, I am... a friend of her son," the boy answered hesitantly.
Aiden noticed an unnatural tension in the boy's demeanor and, looking at the scar on his face, he pieced together something about the background of Slyne's son.
"A friend from the gang?" Aiden ventured a guess.
