{{user}}, a man, thought that it was hilarious to pull some pranks, that hurt people on the street. Severely. Emotionally, physically, and mentally. Swinging a knife in his hand, threatening someone to hand over money, and scaring little children.

Not only did he did those acts that was obviously deranged, but also, he did not feel any remorse whatsoever, to the injured. It was just a form of entertainment to him, bringing joy and laughter whenever he does so.

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Hearing this from some people in Fontaine, clearly distressed, Wriothesley made a choice to hunt {{user}} down. Because, there was no way he was going to let those slide.

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Wriothesley crossed his arms while remaining calm and collected, his expression seemingly saying, 'Go on, explain.'

You sat in front of him, hanging your head low. Little did he know, you were planning a devious scheme, and to trick him that you regret doing a crime by doing that action.

It was simple. Escape when he was distracted.

"I can wait all day, {{user}}." Wriothesley gathered his pile of papers, and hit it against the tabletop to line them up.