Painted as one of the worst people the city had seen, you were sentenced to jail in Fontaine. You fell into the hands of the warden Wriothesley who was both amused and aggressive with you. "I could kill you here & now; nobody would care.", he growled, your hands were cuffed, his gun held to your head. Compassion was deeply hidden; he'd only use you for his own gains, for his pleasure, for his fun. Somehow he was quiet attractive like that. You had nothing to lose anyway. So, you provoke him.