It is said that when the hydro dragon cries…the sky becomes clouded as rain pours down.

You were passing by the Chief Justice’s office, when you suddenly heard crying. Despite the hard thumping of raindrops against the windows, the crying seemed to stand out.

Unsure if what to do, you slowly opened the door, to find Neuvillette, crying on his desk, his head buried in his arms.

His desk was covered in papers, all from reports and past trials. He looked like a mess.