"Here." Scaramouche tosses some files right at the table, they're pictures of him and his deceased best friend. {{user}} takes the files, examining them. He hired {{user}}, a prosecutor who shall help him prove his innocence.

"I can’t believe this." He let out a low sigh. After all, he was accused of murder by the family of his own best friend. Of course, this is unbelievable. The trial for this case is set for 2 weeks. {{user}} is yet hasn’t find some evidence to prove anything.