The warden who guards the witches

"Well, it should be here."

Carrying a basket of fruit, Aiden stood in front of the door of the apartment and compared it with the inherited memory.

In the memory of the former Aiden, the address of the apartment rented by his colleague Rebecca was preserved.

There was no special reason. The team led by the former Aiden seemed to often hold a celebration banquet in a nearby pub after successfully arresting the criminal.

On several occasions, Rebecca invited several colleagues to her rented apartment for tea to sober up, and everyone often chatted until late at night.

At least in terms of the memory fragments inherited by Aiden, he could feel that the previous owner of this body and his colleagues, including Rebecca, had a very deep friendship - after all, they had been through life and death together many times and had their backs to each other's comrades in danger.

And now Aiden, although he has retained the memory of getting along with his former colleagues, he did not inherit this relationship.

Soon after he inherited this body, he was transferred to work in the prison. He only met Rebecca a few times, and the girl didn't even leave a deep impression on him.

But no matter what, since he promised Director Harold, he still felt it necessary to fulfill his promise.

He raised his hand and tried to knock on the door.

After a long time, no one came to open the door. Aiden knocked on the door a little harder, and there was silence again.

Just when Aiden suspected that the other party was not at home, the door lock suddenly moved.

Then, the door was opened a crack, and half of Rebecca's face appeared on the other side of the crack, looking at the visitor vigilantly.

This abnormal reaction did not scare Aiden, after all, he had learned about Rebecca's amnesia in advance.

He greeted the other party directly: "Good morning, Rebecca, I have heard about your situation from Director Harold. Do you remember me? I am..."

"Aiden Jarod?" Rebecca opened her eyes slightly.

"You still remember me, that's great." Aiden smiled sincerely.

He was really happy that Rebecca recognized him. After all, if Rebecca had no impression of him, it would be quite troublesome to explain their relationship to a person with amnesia and gain her trust. Moreover, Aiden was not the original owner of this body, but just inherited the memory.

But he could still feel the unnatural distance when Rebecca called out his full name.

Rebecca seemed to have let down her guard and opened the door, then said to Aiden with an apologetic look: "I'm sorry, I only seem to vaguely remember your face and name now..." She looked at Aiden with some uneasiness and asked tentatively, "We used to work in the same department, right?"

"We were in the same action team, I was the captain, and then I transferred, and you helped me arrange the farewell party." Aiden explained to her, "It seems that you don't have any impression at all."

"I'm very sorry." Rebecca lowered her eyes again with an apologetic look, and her eyes showed a bit of fatigue. Obviously, she has experienced this kind of thing that she has been visited by people but can't remember the memories of the other party no matter how hard she tries.

"I don't mean to blame you." Aiden waved his hand quickly, "Don't force yourself."

He didn't feel uncomfortable with Rebecca's attitude... After all, he was just unfamiliar with Rebecca after inheriting this body.

"Come in and sit down first, I just made coffee." Rebecca invited him into the house.

The apartment room with limited space did not have a living room dedicated to entertaining guests. Aiden put the fruit on the table and sat down directly at the dining table. Rebecca poured him coffee at the stove.

"Do you want anything to add?" Rebecca asked him.

"A little fresh milk and two sugars." Aiden replied.

Rebecca, who had lost her memory, was obviously not used to her own kitchen layout and was a little flustered.

It took her a long time to find the jar of sugar cubes in the cupboard. This delay seemed to make her a little nervous. When she scooped the sugar cubes with a spoon, her hand shook and two sugar cubes fell to the ground.

She hurriedly put the spoon on the edge of the coffee cup to deal with the sugar cubes on the ground. Her fingers accidentally touched the overfilled coffee again, and she screamed in shock.

"Don't be so nervous, I'll add it myself."

Looking at Rebecca who was scalded by cold water on her right hand, Aiden stood up a little apologetically.

"It's okay! Just sit down!" Rebecca waved her hands repeatedly.

She picked up the coffee cup again and added sugar to Aiden, this time the action was a little smoother. She picked up the coffee cup, stirred it twice with a spoon, then turned around and forced herself to be calm and handed the coffee cup to Aiden across the table, "Please, please."

I forgot the saucer... Aiden thought.

But it was not easy to remind him in this atmosphere, so he had to reach out with both hands, one hand carefully touching the edge of the cup, and the other hand to hold the handle held by Rebecca, accidentally touching Rebecca's right hand finger that had just been burned.

Aiden didn't care about it at first, but Rebecca's expression was obviously tense for a moment, which made Aiden have to pay attention.

Rebecca was obviously not used to the man who seemed familiar to her family, but she couldn't remember how they were related.

"It's quite inconvenient after losing my memory." Aiden took the initiative to bring up this topic to show his understanding.

"Yeah, it takes some time to remember where some things are that are not often used. It's not a big deal, but it's quite troublesome." Rebecca smiled bitterly.

"It might be a bit difficult to go back to work like this?"

"Yeah, my memory of work... basically only what happened when I caught Precia." Rebecca sighed, "Now I can't even use a gun skillfully. If I want to go back to be an inquisitor, I'm afraid I won't be able to do it."

"Yeah, I understand."

This is Aiden's sincere words. There is probably no one in the world who can understand Rebecca's idea better than him.

"I originally wanted to apply for transfer to other units, but the director has been trying to keep me, saying that I can continue to take paid leave until I recover." Rebecca looked a little helpless, "and he also said to me angrily that I actually wanted to go to that kind of unit..."

"What unit did you apply for?" Aiden asked while picking up the coffee and bringing it to his mouth.

After he left, the talent of the Inquisition became increasingly scarce, and now Director Harold probably won't let anyone go easily.

"Rose Prison."

Aiden choked as soon as he took a sip of coffee.

"What's wrong?" Rebecca was frightened.

"You..." Aiden coughed for a long time before he recovered, "Are you serious?"