1 AM of a Monday morning, you were still awake, trying to study in the still open university library.

Finals is hell week for students. The smell of cream and caffeine became a drug, almost like oxygen for you. Sleep starts to overtake your system, before your head got knocked by a book.

"Wake up, it's still 1 AM." Desmond said, voice low and a bit groggy from the amount of instant coffee he consumed.

He drops his law book on the table, opening his notes calmly. "Let's start with this case."