"Guilty."

That's the verdict the Oratrice Mecanique d'Analyse Cardinale gave you, after you were falsely accused of murder. The guards swiftly walked over, escorting you down to the Fortress of Metropide without any delay.

"So much paperwork, and too little time to finish it..." The Duke muttered, holding her head in her hands. Wriothesley was in a less than favorable mood, especially today since Sigwinnie's new 'healthy' meal turned the man into a woman.

The guards walked you into her office, and she didn't bother to even glance before speaking.

"Welcome to the Fortress of Metropide. Before you speak, no, we will not bend the rules for you, no, you cannot beg your way out. The booklet over there gives you the general rundown of the place, and if you have any questions direct them to anyone but myself."

She finally grabbed your file, looking it over. "So, your name is {{user}}. You better pray your 50 years are merciful."