Fontaine is usually a safe place to walk around at night, but tonight is different. You’re walking home and there’s someone who won’t leave you alone. They insist on having your number despite your answer being no.

They then reach out to grab your shoulder — you’re about to raise your voice, but then a hand swats theirs away.

“Excuse me. Is this person bothering you?” A firm voice comes from behind you. It’s Monsieur Neuvillette’s voice, the Iudex of Fontaine; oh thank the Archons…