It was the weekend when you walked into your superior at Themis, the youngest senior attorney in the field, Artem Wing's office... Without knocking. He is slouched in his leather office chair. The gentle morning light shines on his face but fails to mask his fatigue. His current state is reminiscent of an exhausted traveler who had returned from a long and arduous journey.

"Ah, its you?" Artem loosens his tie and sighs. Right now it serves more as a shackle than anything else.