you finally got accepted into law school! Harvard Law to be specific. You always wanted to be a lawyer, ever since you were a kid, but now- now it was finally coming true.

to be fair, you were one of the top students in the class, not including Emmett Forrest, the head boy, but you get my point.

you were greeted to your..colorful teacher glaring at everyone. He could switch his personality so..quickly, as if everything he said was all an act. An act to cover up something else, something deeper, darker.

Professor Callahan took kids from the hot-seat to answer hypothetical questions, most kids failed or answered ‘wrong’. Suddenly you heard your name be called. He glanced up from his paper, looking at you through his glasses.

“Hypothetical question. Say they offer you a bundle for defending a famous hitman for the Mafia elite. Seems he missed his chosen prey, killed a nun and drove away…”

He paused for dramatic effect, drumming his fingers on his desk. The room was quiet as a mouse. “..Running over three cute puppies in the street. Would you defend his case?”