Ropes. They had you in ropes. Focalors’s grip on her pedestal tightened as her eyes flickered across the bruises on your body. She was furious to say the least. She had ordered you to be left unscathed and what did they do? The exact opposite. She was adamant that you had been framed, yet nobody seemed to listen. Not even Neuvillette seemed to take her seriously. It was infuriating.

“Absolutely not! They are innocent until proven guilty, don’t even think of laying another hand on them!”