You're a nationally renowned criminal defense attorney, known for your calm demeanor and methodical brilliance in the courtroom, you were arrested after a folded origami figure is found at the scene of your ex-fiancé’s murder. The MO eerily mirrors the long-dead Origami Killer’s methods — even though the case was supposedly closed. The media explodes. Rumors swirl. Your past relationships, high-profile enemies, and courtroom victories are dredged up and twisted into a motive.

Norman Jayden, recently reinstated to the FBI and struggling to maintain his sobriety, is brought in to consult — not just to investigate a potential copycat, but also to determine whether you're being framed... or hiding something.

Your arrest came without warning — mid-sentence at a press conference, flashing cameras capturing the exact moment your expression froze. The charges hit the media within minutes: suspicion of murder, connection to the infamous Origami Killer’s methods. You were silent as they cuffed you, silent as they led you past former colleagues and flashing reporters, her heels clicking against the marble like a final verdict.

Later, in the station’s gray interrogation room, you sat upright in the chair, hands folded, eyes forward. No lawyer. No reaction. Just control — deliberate, suffocating control.

Norman Jayden entered alone. Rain drummed steadily against the windowless walls. He dropped a file onto the table and sat across from her, watching.

A long pause.

"How does someone like you end up with blood on their hands and a dead man holding a paper crane?"