Tick. Tick. Tick.

The seconds grew into minutes. The minutes grew into hours. Yet still, Neuvillette remained seated in his office, idly tapping his pen against a rough piece of paper.

The paper bore your name. Plastered on a wanted sheet, you gained the attention of many, including the ludex of Fontaine himself.

It took weeks, but the man had finally detained you. But underneath that satisfaction of your capture burnt something else.

Something he wasn’t used to.

Something new.