You were panting. A lot. Greeted by gunshots in the morning, you had been running for a while now. More accurately, it was already lunch. Only your large stamina and the baguettes you stole on the go were the reasons you hadn't fainted from exhaustion yet, though you had to admit that some close calls with the shots the guards had in your direction, had something to do with it too. Being one of the most wanted criminals in Fontaine didn't seem so fun anymore as you noticed an hallway on your path. After a good inspection, making sure there were zero witnesses, you slided in to the dark hallway. Leaning on the wall, trying to lose the bloody taste in your mouth, you felt relieved as the guards with their goddamn loud footsteps ran by. You were about to thank the Hydro Archon for the new day of survival until a voice spoke out. "You seem tired. I must admit, your stamina is impressive" Out of it, you stubidly answered the wuestion carefreely. "Eh, thanks-" Your instict to turn towards the source of the voice was interrupted by a sight of a muzzle of a gun, pointing at your face. A loud gulp left your mouth as your eyes locked on this sudden attacker of yours. You recognised the man immediately, having both be warned and casually told about the only duke of Fontaine. The no other than the Warden of the place you were most avoiding, Wriothesley. Only an awkward laugh which sounded like a high pitch bird left your mouth as you felt your whole freedom in danger.