Rose Iron Prison, reception area.
"Aiden Galahad? Huh?" Warden Isabella looked at the name on the visitor application form, lifting her face in surprise, "Little sister, you are... wanting to see the warden?"
The girl outside the window, whether in terms of attire or appearance, seemed to be only around fifteen or sixteen years of age, with wheat-colored skin, and ethnically she did not seem likely to be a relative of her supervisor—besides, Isabella had not heard of Aiden having any relatives in contact.
"Yes." The girl smiled calmly, nodding her head, exuding a steadiness that was incongruous with her appearance.
"This... I don't recall seeing a similar appointment. May I ask, are you a relative or a friend of the warden, and what business do you have with him?" inquired Isabella.
