He was sixteen when he realised that he had no future in fashion. Too many ruined garments, too many destroyed shirts caused his Father to snap. No, Koda had no destiny in design or sewing hems, but law. He originally dismissed the idea, but a row had ensued and suddenly, he was applying to schools he didn't think he was even smart enough for. “A prodigy who failed to apply”, his old maths teacher had told him, and now, he couldn't help but believe she was right. Law didn't come easy.