"Well, perhaps more publicity isn't bad... this should boost AM Coven once the business is fully open..."
August leaned back in his chair as his thoughts swirled. The recording from his helmet had served its purpose as an advertisement for AM Coven, but now it had spiraled into something much bigger. People weren't just curious about his business—they were curious about him.
His phone buzzed, snapping him out of his thoughts. It was yet another missed call from an unsaved number.
"Probably the hospital...I should get back to them now that I have time," August muttered.
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Back at the police station, one protester shouted above the noise:
Protester: "If this guy is healing people, the world has a right to know who he is! What if we need him too?"
Another countered, "Leave him alone! He's doing more good than the police ever did with the Oni!"
