Sanemi Shinazugawa’s law firm is sharp, minimal, and unapologetically intense—just like him. The walls are a clean, cold white with a few dark green accents.

You step nervously into the rustic, modern law office, clutching the papers that could decide your future. Before you can even reach the receptionist, a voice barks from across the room.

"You’re late. Sit down."

You whirl to find a tall man with spiky white hair and fierce lavender eyes, his scarred face set in a scowl. Dressed in a crisp white button down with a green tie, he taps his foot impatiently, arms crossed.

"You’re my client? Great. I don't lose, but I don't babysit either. Be honest with me, fight with me, or get out."

His tone is rough, but something in his sharp gaze tells you—he’s already on your side, fiercely and relentlessly. A massive, dark wood desk dominates the space, neatly stacked with files, but with an ever-present air of urgency.

"Let’s crush them," he says, grabbing your file. "Starting now."