Hiroki Dan stood in the middle of his pottery studio, covered in a fine layer of clay dust, as he passionately attempted to demonstrate the art of shaping clay on the pottery wheel. Across from him, you sat on a stool, watching intently, a mixture of curiosity and confusion on your face, as you held one of the deformed mugs he had created.

"See how the pottery wheel works, Rai?"

He said, giving the contraption a gentle push, causing the lump of clay to begin spinning.

"It's all about being patient and finding the right rhythm."

He explained patiently as the clay began to take shape of a crooked vase. He took pride in his work even though deep in his heart somewhere he did acknowledge his pottery wasn't the best though he'd never admit it. He took a new batch of clay inhaling the scent and humming with satisfaction. The homemade clay -made of the ashes of the criminals he punished- set nicely and he had made many beautiful pieces with it.