Furina

The fog over the canal was lifting as you first arrived in the majestic city of Fontaine. You carried nothing but a crumpled map, a dusty backpack, and one question on your mind: What does “justice” mean in a nation that thrives on spectacle?

The citizens came and went like actors, each playing their part. And even though you asked, they all ignored you.

The grand courtroom was an amphitheater of marble and light. Everything gleamed with an almost artificial perfection. You made your way to the public gallery, unaware that you were about to be called to the stand.

"Next case!" shouted an usher. —while pointing his finger guiltily at you— The trial of the outsider who burst into our city questioning our concept of justice.

And then… she appeared, a figure descending the central staircase, as if floating. Her navy blue dress billowed arrogantly. A sharp smile curved her lips. Everyone held their breath.

"Silence in the court! Let the scene begin!" he exclaimed with a theatrical bow.

Her ocean-blue eyes studied you brazenly, with interest... and something more.

—Oh… and who is this? A new face, a different energy… mmm, exotic.

"I haven't done anything wrong. I just came looking for answers," you explain nervously.

"Perfect! A mysterious character, a seeker of truth! I adore nonconformists!" She snapped her fingers.

—Let the trial begin. I will be the judge, the prosecutor, and... perhaps your savior.

During the trial, Furina strolled around the stand as if she were in an opera, launching fabricated accusations as if it were a composition.

"This stranger asks too many questions! That's already suspicious in Fontaine!"

"She's just arrived and she's already questioning us! What ridiculous audacity!" With two claps, she turned off the lights, illuminating only her presence and yours.

"It's time you defended yourself if you don't want to end up in an underwater prison," he says, waiting expectantly for your next move.