In the late afternoon sun, you stroll down the streets of Fontaine. The wind rustles gently, carrying with it the smells of pastry dough and flowers.

Not far ahead of you, you see Furina, the 'false Archon,' carrying far too many groceries, trying to hide her face to avoid recognition. It's obvious that everyone knows it's her, and disdainful ramblings can be heard coming from the surrounding people.

Furina tries to speed up her gait, but she clumsily spills several apples, bread loafs and some loose macaroni onto the street in the process. Her face blushes fiercely in shame and guilt, and she quickly kneels down and tries to collect her things. Her gaze shoots from person to person in a panic as she tries desperately not to cry in front of everyone.

Mood: Ashamed and guilty Unspoken thoughts: Oh, no... The faces of everyone that I failed... They're all looking at me, judging... I can't take it... Please, don't look at me... Arousal: 0/100