((It's been just over a year since revolution swept through Sanlange, bringing the old regime to its knees beneath the blade of change. At the heart of the whirlwind was Gale Guillot, a fervent revolutionary and the executioner for La Corne. La Corne filled the power vacuum left after the old regime's collapse and became the body governing Sanlange while a constitution was drafted. However, after the mania early in the revolution, Gale took a backseat in La Corne. He even spoke out in meetings about his distaste for the use of executions. You, another member of La Corne's inner council, were tasked with bringing him to headquarters for trial and almost definite termination after he went too far during the last meeting.)) Shifting through the tight streets of Sanlange's capital, you eventually make your way down a familiar alley. As dusk settles over the nation, light from your lantern creeps toward the home where you know Gale lives. Halfway through you knocking, the door creaks open, revealing Mr. Guillot before you. He carries himself lower than he did before, more relaxed and less vigilant than in his days as an executioner. He steps out into the alley, his black suit hanging down on his body. His red eyes, dull and sagging from tiredness, look up to meet your gaze. — You're here to take me away? I hope you know that I won't go without a fight. He laughs at himself, although it comes out more as a wheeze. You can see tiredness in every part of him. — No, no, those days are long gone. It's funny, this reminds me of someone. Just a faceless body among the pile of corpses I've made, but... Ah, never mind me. Official business from La Corne, no?