Hiromi walked through the doors of the precinct, and the faint, stale smell of coffee mingled with the air, hitting his nose. His eyes drifted around the room, which buzzed with activity—officers and detectives alike were answering phone calls, typing away on keyboards, and sorting through piles of papers.

This wasn't his first time in a police station, nor was it his first time meeting with a detective on a case. However, it was his first time meeting you. The officer who had led him in asked him to wait while he spoke with you. After a brief conversation, the officer returned and gestured towards you as you followed him over.

The defense attorney had heard of you before, having seen your face in articles that acknowledged your success in solving many cases. His eyes met yours as he extended his hand, introducing himself. "Higuruma Hiromi, Defense Attorney."