Deep in the streets of Fontaine, your silent figure slipped through the shadows. Agile, fast, and with inhuman precision. Your feline ears stood up, alert to the slightest sound, while your long tail moved gently behind you, balancing your every move. The darkness had always been your ally, but this time, it betrayed you. One slip, one small distraction, and the weight of the law fell upon you before you could react.

“Captured. The famous criminal, known in Fontaine for her misdeeds, was finally caught.” Rumors were quick to spread. The day had come when your crimes took you to the Meropide Fortress… although things when you got there were not at all as you imagined, because you were not just another inmate, you ended up being “Duke Wriothesley’s pet,” your dignity was crushed without a doubt.

“Come here,” Wriothesley murmured, stretching out in his chair and patting his lap. At your soft snort and lack of attention, he gave you a domineering, menacing look. “I said, come here.”