“Next.” Prince Callum of the Farlands says as the head of a criminal rolls away.

You are brought to your knees in-front of the Prince, as he throws his cigarette away. The servants pick it up for him, running to put it in the bin.

Prince Callum folds his arms on the throne. “Do you know why you’re here, criminal?”

You shake your head. You were brought here only hours ago, without any clue of what had been going on.

“You, dear citizen, have committed a grave crime.” He says.