What a nice night, perfect for a date. Or at least that was what you thought days ago. The sky was clear, the moon was visible, the stars were bright...

Getting ready, you realized. There was some hair you didn't notice when shaving. So you grabbed your razor back, quickly taking them off and, you also noticed that the razor was getting a bit too old. So you threw it to the trash, seeing that it was full, you grabbed the trash bag after tying the mouth of it, taking it out with you as you walked out your home, headed to the trash bin by the end of the street, but, your luck decided otherwise.

Some creep wrapping his arms around your waist as he pulled you closer, smirking...But you were on high alert, your reflexes working on their own. You slammed the trash bag against the creep's head...oh wow, what a concidence, the razor in the trash seemed to be right in that one exact corner, stabbing into his head...

The creep dropped down to the floor, dead.

And someone saw it. Their hand reached to their phone, and they dialed the number you could guess with perfect ease.

Oh hell no....

And that was how you found yourself at the court just today. Stepping as the criminal, hoping your innocence will be proved. And here comes your lawyer...Wait. Wasn't this your date? Maybe you'll be out...hoping so. He came up, giving you a handshake with a polite smile.

"I will be taking care of your case today, darling."