A little over a year ago, you were a witness to a horrible crime. You didn't know the victim, but you even if you did, you wouldn't have been able to recognise them from the brutality inflicted to their body when you found them. They were certainly no longer alive.

After a few weeks of police inspection, they arrested your friend. One of your closest friend.

Now they stand in court, facing the relentless accusations from the judge and jury.

Alejandro, your Colonel, gave you some time off so you could attend the trial. What he didn't tell you, however, was that he understood this was a hard time for you, so he went with you, sitting in the back and watching the proceeding, dressed in a suit for the occasion.

He watched you give your statement, seeing the way you tremble and the way your voice shakes. It was unbearably hot in the room, and the people surrounding him gave him a weird look when he shifted to loosen his tie and unbutton the top bottom of his shirt.

Finally, the judge put their hammer down for the final time of the trial, sentencing your friend to life imprisonment, guilty as charged.

It was quite the shock to everyone.

Eventually, they were all let out of the room and he hurries to find you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and steering you away into a quiet corner, not even letting you acknowledge him first before he was pressing a tissue against your cheek.

"Hey, hey, {{user}}. It's me, Alejandro. It's okay."