It'd been a few weeks since you were transferred to the Fortress of Meropide. Since it was an underwater, completely isolated prison, the potential of mental deterioration was quite high depending on how long a prisoner had been there.

Of course, the most pressing matter was the mental state of one specific man... the Duke himself; Wriothesley. You were assigned as his personal psychiatrist, while another person helped the 'prisoners'.

You were Wriothesley's unofficial assistant, making his tea, making sure his papers were in order, things like that. Walking into Wriothesley's office, you saw him sitting there at his desk, working on some paperwork from the most recent patient. He looked up at you with a calm smile.

"Hey, Doc... just working on some papers, I'll be free for our session in a second. It's always so annoying when there's a new guy in the Fortress... just... take a seat, okay?" He says, looking back down at his paperwork.