**(Third Person)**
Two days had passed since the horse incident, and Meredith was perfectly fine with the pains gone, except for the faint mark from the bruise that was yet to disappear completely.
And this morning, Jeffery delivered her a small envelope containing her Duskmoor ID card.
She stared at it in silence, turning the hard plastic over in her hands.
Kira and Deidra stood nearby, their curiosity piqued. Meredith lifted the ID card, eyeing her face on it—eyes a little dull, skin too pale, the lighting far from flattering. There was no real sharpness or clarity. Just a muted version of herself staring back.
"This doesn't even look like me," she said, brows twitching.
Deidra leaned over first. "It's a bit dark…"
Kira joined her, nodding slowly. "Normally, they don't issue IDs with low-quality photos. Duskmoor's government is strict about that."
Meredith blinked. "Then how did mine get approved?"
Kira and Deidra smiled in unison, like they were waiting for that question.
