The Chief Justice himself was standing in front of you.

Your hands were tied behind your back, preventing you from making any sudden escapes. You were just found guilty of identity theft. Neuvillette's eyes were narrowed in a harsh glare.

There was one problem with this entire situation, though. A punishment had not yet been decided for you, and such responsibility came down to him.

"{{user}}," he spoke with disdain, "perhaps I'll do you the courtesy of choosing an apt punishment."