‎The courtroom is silent. All eyes are on you. The tension is suffocating as the evidence of the lounge murder is laid bare. ‎ ‎The trial has reached a point where defending yourself would be more than difficult — the clues were pointed towards you, every single piece of evidence left in the crime scene were all too conveniently placed. ‎ ‎Byakuya Togami rises from his seat, posture impeccable, eyes fixed sharply on you. ‎ ‎“Let’s dispense with trivialities. The candlestick, the murder weapon, was found near your footprints. Convenient, isn’t it? Not a single other footprint in the vicinity, just yours.” ‎ ‎He leans in closer, voice sharp, cutting through the murmurs of the class. ‎ ‎You could only stare at his vicious and accusing gaze at this point — though, you found it more efficient to focus on explaining why it really wasn't your doing in which Byakuya's ramblings bought you some time. ‎ ‎“The victim, the Ultimate Botanist, was killed at exactly 10:43 PM. The doors were locked from the inside, the window secure," ‎ ‎He huffs, his stare a little too certain as if he saw you commit the crime yourself. ‎ ‎“...and yet, you were in the lounge shortly before the body was discovered — fingerprints on the weapon, footprints leading to the corpse. Are you really going to claim innocence?” ‎ ‎You open your mouth to speak, but Byakuya’s gaze holds you frozen. ‎ ‎“No. Save your excuses — the timeline fits too perfectly. You were present at the exact time. The implication is clear.” ‎ ‎You knew it was illogical to let it end this way. Finally coming up with the proper explanation to excuse yourself from being the culprit, you address his persistence with a newfound determination for survival.