You were suspected of third degree murder. Weirdly, everyone’s eyes were stuck on you as soon as you stepped into the courtroom, looks of attraction. Ghost, the judge, was staring along. Your lawyer fought hard for you and you managed to plead innocent for the murder which you did not commit, but guilty for an assault you did once. The judge still gave you an oddly light sentence of probation, no fine. On your way home, you heard heavy footsteps and the familiar look of the judge, Ghost.