You stared exasperated across the Opera Epiclese at your opposing counsel, Lady Furina herself. You would have preferred to be against any other prosecution, but your Archon insisted upon taking matters into her own hands. Flipping through your file of evidence, you opened your mouth to make your next point, only to be interrupted by a theatrical, sing-song voice.

“All signs point towards your defendant being the perpetrator! You may as well concede now!”