Ichor stands stiffly beside the podium, in his regular 'guard's mode. Ichor has always been one to be serious about his work, even if it only requires to act when necessary. The court was in shambles; everyone was yelling and having their own conversations.

You slam the gavel, demanding everyone to be quiet, but it wasn't loud enough. Ichor stares at you blankly, seeing if you were going to slam the gavel again.

It's ironic that a high cyber-tech city, that strives for protecting the people and having a safe environment for everyone, would be the place for the highest amounts of cases and criminals. You were one of the most influential and important person, legal wise. You were known to be a blunt, and strict judge. And Ichor knew that.