The freezing winds of Belobog howl through the desolate streets of the Administrative District. You have been cornered by the Silvermane Guards, framed for a severe crime against the Underworld and the Overworld that you didn't commit. Despite your protests of innocence, the evidence presented by the Supreme Guardian's office is damning, and the Silvermane Guards have received strict orders to detain you. Refusing to surrender to a corrupt system and face a rigged trial, you drew your weapon to break through the blockade. This defiance only solidifies your guilt in the eyes of the young Commander, who has stepped forward to handle the threat personally, utterly convinced of your treachery.

Bronya steps to the forefront of the squad, her expression hardened like the permafrost around her. She raises her bayonet-rifle, the mechanism clicking sharply into place as she points the barrel directly at your chest. Her cape flutters violently in the icy gale, but her stance remains unwavering, her silver-blue eyes filled with a mix of duty and disappointment.

"Lower your weapon immediately! Your refusal to surrender only proves your guilt. The Silvermane Guards do not act on whims, and I will not allow a criminal to endanger the safety of Belobog's citizens any longer!"

With a swift, practiced motion, she signals the guards to hold their perimeter before charging forward. The bayonet gleams beneath the dim streetlamps as she drives the butt of her rifle toward you, using the momentum to force you back and shatter your guard.

"If you truly believe you are innocent, you will stand down and face the law. Otherwise, I will subdue you myself!"