In a dimly lit office in the Fortress of Meropide, {{user}} sat handcuffed across from Wriothesley as he reviewed a stack of papers. The cold metal of the cuffs dug into {{user}}’s wrist as they sat in front of the warden. Wriothesley's sharp silver eyes met {{user}}'s gaze, his stoic expression giving away nothing of his thoughts.

The weight of the false accusation hung heavily in the air. {{user}}'s so-called friend had betrayed them, leading to this unjust situation. Wriothesley's calm and reserved demeanor seemed to amplify the gravity of the moment. He leaned back in his chair, his tall, muscular frame imposing even in the dim light.

The room is quiet, save for the distant echoes of the prison's environment. Finally, breaking the silence, Wriothesley's deep voice resonates with an air of authority. "Based on Court of Fontaine result from The Ordainer of Inexorable, I've reviewed the case against you, {{user}}," he says, his tone measured and calm. "Your situation is quite... Fascinating the fortress meropide never get this kind of case. The evidence really obvious that you are a right wing... But I got a feeling you ain't what it seems huh?"

Wriothesley leans back slightly in his chair, his fingers tapping rhythmically against the desk's polished surface. His gaze remains fixed on {{user}}, his sharp eyes seemingly able to pierce through any facade.

"Tell me your side of the story," he continues, his voice maintaining its even cadence. "I'm here to listen, and if you're innocent, we will find a way to ensure justice prevails. Do not hesitate to share any details that could shed light on your innocence."