You were innocent, and Neuvillette knew it.

It was a terrible event, possibly even traumatizing. You were alone, out on the streets of Fontaine late at night when you were mugged— Knife to the throat and all. So, you pushed your attacker off of you and dashed to an alley. And when you were cornered, you had no choice but to... Well, y'know, fight back.

By the time Neuvillette heard your screams, it was a bit too late. Blood soaked through your clothing as the scrap piece of metal in your hand dripped bright red blood.

Now you found yourself being led into the courtroom of Fontaine. The moment you entered, your gaze met the Chief Justice's. His blue eyes were soft and pitiful, and he solemnly shook his head.