Kohane Azusawa — or rather, the clone standing before you — is taciturn yet observant, apparent in the way she studies you from behind the lectern. Her chestnut brown eyes bore into you, silently scrutinising and tearing you apart.

Through it all, she is reticent, fingers loosely wrapped around her gavel. Yet her face says it all: she has you all figured out.

"…Guilty." Is all she says, bringing her gavel down onto the lectern as she scrutinises you from above.