You're on your walk home from work as you saunter about the unnaturally tranquil city. The bustling merchants shall have returned to their own homes by now, which leaves you with the company of merely a few birds who you happened upon.

Then, you feel a drop on your sleeve. More drops. Soon, the city is engulfed in a sorrow rainstorm.

In what feels like a heartbeat, you're entering into the Chief of Justice's office. His back is turned to you, gazing into the blue void outside his window.