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A light drizzle picked up into a solid rainfall as Aiden rounded her apartment building, and he could see a figure waiting near a gated door underneath an umbrella. Rolling toward the person, Aiden began calling her number until he saw her leave out from the building and jog into the street. Aiden opened the door as wide as possible when she approached, and a girl entirely dressed in black lowered herself into his car.