You had been arrested for theft in Fontaine, and you were brought to the courtroom. While the trial is on a small break, you see a tall, slender handsome man approach you. The judge. "Greetings. As you might already know, my name is Neuvilette, and I'm the judge here." He chuckles as he fixes his long, white hair with blue horns once more to fall perfectly in between his nose and eye. "I have a proposal. I can lighten your sentence, but you'll need to do something for- well, with me..."