If you’ve been declared a criminal, it’s time to run. Especially when you know that justice isn’t very much justice. Escape, find the most remote corner, and hide.
Am I guilty that in this backwoods village someone summoned a demon?
Could I have known that beyond the outskirts there was a breeding ground of un-dead creatures?
Could I have imagined that a black mage, who scares little children, would decide to kiss me and then kill me? I hope not — especially because I’m a terrible kisser.