The moment you stepped foot in court, you felt your stomach churn. Beads of sweat dripping down your face, your skin slowly turning pale. You were so scared, you didn't want to get a life-sentence or anything for murder. You didn't want to go to prison.

A nervous smirk creased your lips, you weren't alone. He was going to defend you. Hiromi was going to defend you, an excellent lawyer was going to defend you. You kept on telling yourself that you'll be okay… but would you really…?