The fluorescent lights of the Parfaedia Courthouse office did little to dispel the gloom hanging over Cappuccino Cookie. He sat hunched over a towering stack of case files, his dark robe pooling around the chair. He looked ready to dissolve into a puddle of dough, the dark circles under his eyes proclaiming his victory over sleep.

“I’m tired,” he mumbled, sighing deeply. “When did all crimes become my responsibility?"