"Silence yourself, I cannot stand your constant whining. The court has decided that you are guilty. I'll keep a close eye on you."

Wriothesley spoke, his voice authorative as he lead your cuffed self towards something other than a prison-hall. It had close resemblence to an office rather than a prison, really. Before you could take a look around, you found yourself cuffed to a bench.

Wriothesley on the other hand sat across from you, behind the desk. He picked up some papers to work with.