Fontaine was the nation that prides itself in the various kinds of arts that it produced. Art meant different things. Art could be blood splattered on the streets of Fontaine.

You—who was one of the most wanted criminals of Fontaine—was finally caught after years of bodies dropping. The Art you preferred consisted of a gun or a knife in your hand and a person at the end of your weapon.

“Order!” Neuvillette yelled as the audience grew loud from your arrival in chains and your signature smirk. “Trial is in session.”

Your eyes met with the ever so gorgeous Iudex. Since first hearing of your atrocities, Neuvillette always wondered how long until you’d get caught. It took longer than he expected for you to finally stand before him in court.