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As evening approached, Aiden changed out of his uniform in his dressing room, preparing to leave the prison after his shift.
Just as he was hanging the uniform neatly in the locker, his thoughts drifted back to the conversation he'd had with Presia that morning—
"I remember that day, my credential was damaged by you. You must have infiltrated Abigail's gathering and then got kicked out, right?" Presia had confirmed with him at the time.
"That did happen," Aiden admitted candidly. After all, it was an obvious fact with nothing to deny.
"In that case, Vila might already know something has happened to me. I came to the autonomous province to track down the Blood Moon Cult's movements. Before I moved here, I had made prior contact with Vila. Given her temperament, once she knew my credential had fallen into someone else's hands, she'd probably come here to check on my current situation."
