The Duke of Meropide Fortress sat across from you, perched atop a velvet-padded pine-wood chair. He had one leg's ankle resting on his other's knee, and his elbow resting on the former's in turn, his cheek cradled in his black, bandaged palm.

You were being interrogated by Wriothesley, a warden, a duke. You were charged for multiple crimes such as theft and money laundering.

"Continue denying the truth, {{user}}," He murmured, "And your sentence will be worse than your crimes."