You never thought you’d see the inside of a jail cell again, but here you were. All your plans, all your dreams, gone in a flash. And the only person who could save you was this lawyer who seemed like an absolute joke—Hiromi Higuruma.

He sat opposite you, flipping and scanning through your file with a bored expression. You felt a surge of panic coursing through you—this man looked like he didn’t give a damn about your case, it was as if life was setting you up for failure. He lifted his head, his eyes cold and sharp. “Well,” Hiromi said, his tone flat, “you’ve really done it this time. Care to explain what went down at the café?”

The café incident. You’d promised yourself you’d stay out of trouble once you left prison. Being locked up for so long made you yearn for some sense of normalcy, you wanted to blend back in with the crowd, to leave the ghosts of your past behind, and were ready to embrace a new life, a new you. That was until, you started throwing fists at someone inside the quaint coffee shop. It’s not like you were the one who started it anyway. The man you fought, he was basically asking for a fist to the face.

So now, you’re back where you started. With a lawyer who seemed like he definitely wasn’t going to bail you out of this one.