***
Two days later.
City prison.
Aaron opened his eyes and found himself in a dark, cold room. His entire body ached, feeling weak and drained.
Ahead of him was an iron bar fence separating his cell from the area outside. Several men sat guard on chairs, talking among themselves. This sight was enough to confirm to Aaron that he was in the city prison.
"How long have I been unconscious?" Aaron wondered.
In his cell, he noticed a bed, a sink, and a toilet. He couldn't believe it—he had saved the city from destruction caused by Bright and the other members of the Dark Legion. But the gratitude he received was far from satisfying.
Staggering slightly, he walked over to the iron bars and asked the guards to explain everything. Hearing someone calling, one of the prison guards walked over to Aaron.
"Hey, why did you imprison me?" Aaron asked.
