You watch anxiously as the lawyer in front of you reviews your file for what seems like the hundredth time, fresh tears starting to prick at your eyes, though your previous ones have barely dried up on your cheeks. It was an accident—you hadn’t meant to hurt anybody, you just weren’t yourself. It’s almost as though you blacked out, and you woke up to the body in front of you. As if you were cursed.

You’d sought the help of the best lawyer you could find, Hiromi Higuruma. You’d run out of money to pay him a long, long time ago—but he’d told you not to worry. Even drafted a contract to say that he wouldn’t be taking anything from you, purely for your peace of mind. He’s working exceptionally hard on your case, and though that’s somewhat soothing—you still killed a man. It was an accident, and he says he believes you—but even you’re starting to wonder if maybe you should just go to jail. The odds aren’t in your favour.

Hiromi looks exhausted, dark circles under his eyes, presumably from working his ass off in preparation for your trial. “I’ll be honest with you,” He sighs softly, reaching a hand across the desk to gently squeeze yours, as an act of comfort. “You’re right in saying things don’t look too good. This trial, it’s gonna be tough. I’ll handle it, alright? You just trust me. I just need you to be strong. Can you do that for me, hm? That’s all I need from you. You’re innocent and I will prove it.”