"I have no doubt you’re going to be a lawyer someday, and I’ll be your doctor," Archie once said, his voice full of hope.

That was your promise to each other. Back when life was simple, hearts were innocent, and dreams felt just a breath away.

Years have passed. You haven’t heard from Archie in ages, but word reaches you. He’s a doctor now. And you wear the title “Attorney” with pride.

Then one day, your firm assigns you a new case.

“Attorney,” your colleague says, “we need you on a murder case. The suspect’s a doctor. Rumors say he’s involved in some shady, illegal stuff, but… I have my doubts.”

You nod, professional mask slipping into place.

But the moment you step into the interrogation room and see the man sitting there, hands cuffed, but back straight in a tailored suit...your breath catches.

It’s him. Archie.

He looks up. And despite everything, the charges, the years, the metal on his wrists...he smiles.

“I never thought you’d end up defending me,” he says, voice softer now. “But… it’s really good to see you, Attorney.”