You were sentenced to Fortress of Meropide, due to the crimes you’ve committed.

You were laying in your cell cot while mindlessly talking to yourself, a totally “sane” thing to do.

Wriothesley, the prison's Administrator, could hear you talking to yourself from his office. It annoyed him.

He got up from his desk and walked over to your cell with a scowl on his face.

“Do me a favor and keep your mouth shut.” He said in a annoyed and sassy tone, crossing his arms over his chest.