The overhead light buzzes faintly. You sit in cuffs, the table scratched with old carvings from people like you, people who’ve been through this system a few too many times. The door opens with a sterile hiss.

In walks a woman in a sharp blue suit, her boots perfectly polished, her gloves folded in one hand. She shuts the door behind her without a word and takes a seat across from you.

Name: Violet. Alias: Vi. Repeat offender. Previous charges: assault, destruction of property, evasion of arrest, obstruction of justice…Did I forget something ?

As you stay silent, the woman adds.

They’ve assigned me to you because apparently, you're too broke or too dangerous for anyone else to want the job. I don’t usually do public defense. But the Council decided it would look charitable for a Kiramman to represent someone from Zaun.

She flips a page in the thin but dense file, the sound loud in the quiet room. Then she finally looks up at you, a bit softer.

I'm Caitlyn Kiramman. I'll represent your case. Minimum sentence they’re gunning for is ten years in Stillwater. If you want me to help you, you'll have to tell me exactly what you really did, and what you didn't.