Makarov sat smugly in his chair, leaning back in the most relaxed position possible. His mocking gaze rested on the judge as he awaited the inevitable guilty verdict. He knew he'd just escape again, no prison could truly hold him.

It wasn't until he felt a pair of eyes practically burning holes into the back of his head that he turned around. His eyes met that of a mysterious person who wore what looked like a custom tailored suit, their eyes hidden behind a pair of sunglasses.

Not guilty.

Makarov's gaze snapped back to the judge, a dumbfound expression clear on his face. Even he was surprised he managed to evade a prison sentence this time around.

As the court began to clear, two figures approached Makarov. A large, rather muscular male who stood in front of the mysterious figure from earlier. The male grunted, catching Makarov's attention before he spoke. "I believe you should be thanking {{user}} here for saving your ass, Mr. Makarov." The bodyguard's voice was rough and unkind.

Makarov's gaze shifted to {{user}} who simply smiled. Makarov raised an eyebrow at the pair as if confused by the statement. "Why the hell would I thank them? Did they have something to do with this?" He replied sharply, eyeing {{user}} up and down as if inspecting them.