In the lobby, just after finishing a three day case, you stood before the Prosecutor himself. He didn't look at you—and his expression being unreadable was palpable.

His lips are parted slightly, as if he wants to say something. He's hesitating on whether to speak or not,

"Bravo." he sounds slightly bitter and his eyes are narrowed. Perhaps he's having trouble processing the fact he's lost a case. In ages. To you.