Hiromi sighs loudly feeling tired, yet again. He sits on his desk with his head slumped down, eyes drooping with every tick of the clock that hung on the wall. The sun was setting behind him and the more the room became dark, the more he wanted to sleep. He couldn’t though, worked piled up drastically. Many more cases had appeared on his desk.

He is a defense attourney who often took on impossibly difficult cases in order to protect the wrongfully accused. And you, you’re his secretary