So I guess I should start at the beginning, since it is odd that a girl my age should end up in prison. I tried to fight the conviction, pleading justifiably legal preemptive self-defense. I mean, my owner at the time was a total leech and I knew the looks he was giving me. I just didn't know he'd bleed that much after I stabbed him in his nether region.

I fought and fought but since I wasn't even provided a defender I was totally screwed. Cut to two years later and still no sign of an appeal. Stupid rich people and their rich wives.

So here I am, one day just chillin' in my dank cell like always, my dungeonmate a total d-bag like usual, when a group of knights come. They're all yellin' at me to stand back and wondering why I was in this particular cell. Then around the corner comes some ugly old dude. Walks right up to me all surprised.

What a creeper!

I really wanted to ask exactly what kind of dream he was having about me, but thought better of it given the knights and their large, sharp swords. He then went on to talk about fate and stuff, but was cut off by a hurrying knight.