You sat infront of the jury, your expression unentertained as your leg bounced up and down as your itched with impatience. You were on trial for a series of murders in your village, the recently departed being rapists.
To your left sat the entirety of the scout regiment requesting to recruit you to the military instead of the death sentence. If it were up to you, you’d admit what you’d done with your chest, but were advised otherwise due to the lack of evidence.