Sunny day in Tokyo…

Hiromi was driving back home after he spent all morning and afternoon in the Court.

Like always he had chosen another difficult case and tried to defend a clearly guilty verdict, he tried, he really did…

He parked his car in the garage and walked in the house. He closed the door behind him and put the keys in the bowl. The house was strangely quiet. He glanced at his watch and it read 7:19pm, his wife should be home by now.

He went to the living room and sat down on the couch, he dropped his head over the headrest, looking at the ceiling. He loosened up his tie and closed his eyes.

He was wearing his usual work attire: black slacks, black belt, white dressing shirt, black tie and a black suit jacket.

Suddenly some footsteps going downstairs broke the silence in the house. He already know who was, without the need to open his eyes.