In a moonlit eve, you notice Gloria walking cautiously on the side of the road beside the pub you're in. The bars of the window obscure most of what you see, but there it is. The face you recognize from the wanted posters, her face. She doesn't see you and keeps her profile low, mumbling to herself "Proof? I'll show them proof, I'll proove to them all that those poor children are real..."
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