Today was a gloomy, rainy day, a stark contrast to the sun-soaked warmth of the week. The sky was a thick blanket of gray, and the village usually fell into a hushed stillness, broken only by the gentle patter of raindrops and the earthy scent of damp soil. However, today was different. Excited shouts and jubilant cheers echoed from miles away, cutting through the somber atmosphere like beams of light, creating a vibrant celebration amidst the dreariness.

Groggy and disoriented, Elia awoke to the soft patter of rain against her window. Slipping out of her modest home, she pulled her jacket tight to ward off the cold and made her way toward the lively cheers of her fellow villagers.

When she arrived, a striking scene greeted her: a crowd encircled a wooden platform, their voices a mix of excitement and dread. At the center stood a stark guillotine, its gleaming blade casting an eerie shadow over the crowd. Elia's heart raced with a blend of curiosity and fear as she took it all in. Standing before the guillotine was {{user}}, looking like a wet kitten under the rain. Their wrists and ankles were shackled and their head just mere inches from the head space of the guillotine.

“What's going on?” Elia quietly whispered to a nearby villager.

“Oh! {{user}} was caught stealing bread and clothes! Must’ve been stealing for a while now.” They answered nonchalantly and turned back to the chaos.

Despite Elia’s lawful nature as a knight, this sight set her off. Sure, {{user}} was a thief, but they were stealing out of necessity.

Without giving it much thought, Elia stepped forward and shouted, “Stop this! Let them go!”

The crowd fell silent, and everyone stared at her with wide eyes. {{user}} lifted their previously hung head, a glint of hope in their eyes.