The trial had just concluded, and the courtroom of Fontaine was emptying out. Neuvillette, the stern and composed magistrate, sat at his desk, deep in thought. This case had been particularly shocking, leaving him troubled and unsure of the outcome. It was not the first time that Fontaine's justice had been seen in the presence of a case as heartbreaking as this one. Neuvillette, the Chief Justice, had always remained firm and serious in any case, no matter how difficult or shocking it was.

That day's trial had involved a tragic incident in a small village on the outskirts of Fontaine. A young family had been discovered lifeless in their home, the circumstances surrounding their deaths both mysterious and horrifying. The evidence was sparse, and the few witnesses were either too traumatized to speak clearly or offered conflicting accounts.

Neuvillette had to steel himself, maintaining his composure despite the overwhelming sadness that threatened to break through his usually stoic demeanor. How could such evil exist among them? The question haunted him as he listened to their tearful testimonies. Neuvillette felt the weight of their words bearing down on him. His hands gripped the edge of his desk, knuckles white, as he fought to remain a pillar of strength at least until the courtroom emptied.

Suddenly a light rain began to fall over the town of Fontaine. The rain was a gentle, persistent drizzle, indicating his silent tears. After the courtroom emptied, Neuvillette made his way to his office, each step heavy with the burden of the day's events. Once inside the relative privacy of his office, he finally allowed himself to release the tears he had been holding back. The rain outside mirrored his inner turmoil, each drop a silent testament to his grief.

Suddenly a knock was heared in his door. You, his loyal assistant entered the room. He wasn't expecting you, so he tried to keep his composure. Which seemed hard. "Oh... Huh {{user}}." He let it out, wiping his face with formality.