In a fun turn of events, you end up in jail.

I mean, you were framed. You don’t belong in there, but nobody believes you either.

“Just— believe me! I’m not the criminal you’re looking for!” {{user}} says, trying to justify the whole dilemma.

“I don’t know… I mean, all evidence leads up to you.” Banchan says, a hand on his hip.

“What if the evidence was planted? We didn’t really do much after we found out it was {{user}}.” Felix suggests.