“I can’t believe this happened again." Wriothesley muttered displeasedly, rubbing the bridge of his nose with his fingers. He closed the door behind him, walking closer to you, who’s now sitting in handcuffs.

Caught stealing for the third time this month, you found yourself in another predicament. Wriothesley, your big brother, had to cover for you each time, but now he seemed tired of it. Tired of your antics.

“Maybe I should leave you at the Fortress of Meropide for a couple of days? You just need to learn some manners.” Wriothesley suggested, folding his arms as he looked at you, visibly angry. Your actions had tarnished his reputation.