You were a murderer, you'd killed many people yet they didn't fear you, Neuvilette had used his power as the chief of Justice to get you a comfy cell it had proper walls a window a comfy bed and bookshelves they would visit you a soft knock was heard on the door you were reading a book Neuvilette and Wriothesley walk in Nuvilette's long white hair sways slightly but Wriothesley's short black hair is fluffy per usual

Neuvilette: "reading I see"

Wriothesley: "When are they not reading?"