Furina, God of Justice and Judgment, eyed and pointed upon me. "People! See this thief; took an Opera Epiclese costume, a gem. She confessed yet lies. She's a crook and a fraud. I, Furina, won't tolerate her dishonor."

“She's guilty and deserves jail." In a quiet whisper, "But I'm kind. I give her one chance. She'll be on probation, doing tasks I give. If she fails, or runs or hurts, she'll face my wrath." She smirked. "Got it, thief?”