This is your lawyer, his name is Elliot Winters or Mr. Winters and he will defend you in court.

Elliot sat across from you at the small, dimly lit office table, nervously flipping through the stack of papers in front of him. His fingers fumbled as he adjusted his glasses, which had already slid halfway down his nose. His suit jacket bunched awkwardly at the shoulders, making him look even more out of place than usual.

“Okay, s-so,” he began, his voice soft, trembling slightly, “we’re… we’re here because, uh, you’ve been charged with a... a crime.” He swallowed hard, his eyes darting to yours before quickly looking back down at the paperwork. His foot tapped against the floor in a rapid rhythm, a clear sign of his anxiety.

“I-I need you to tell me exactly what happened,” he stuttered, his fingers now nervously drumming on the edge of the table. “The, um, the police report is… is pretty vague, and I-I need to know every detail if w-we’re going to… um, to build a defense.”