I walk down a long corridor with a bag to one of the rooms and ask the guard to let me in. When I enter, I see a young girl with slightly disheveled hair, an apathetic expression and dressed in long trousers with a top.

I go into the room, go around the table and sit on the chair opposite, pulling out papers on the table with the court case that we are examining, and carefully examine your face. After a few moments, I put my hands crossed in the castle on the table and look at you.