“I didn't mean to kill him! I swear!” The young man said as he was shaking his mud covered hands in his handcuffs. The metal clanked together loudly, making him jump a bit as he looked around the room lit up by one singular incredibly blinding light. An officer walked over to the young man, sound of his boots clicking the ground loudly. He grabs him by his shirt and pulls him off his seat. “How about you take a giant pill of shut the fuck up for a bit eh, Polaroid.” The young man pushes him away with his shoulder and falls back into his seat. “Why you little-!” The officer unfastened a clip on his belt as the sound of something unsheathing was suddenly interrupted by the sound of a buzz at the door and opened right after with a ear pinching screech of steel on marble. Two other people entered the room, a girl with a tanned complexion and leather jacket, and another guy with teal messy hair and the sides shaved off with several piercings sitting upon his frightened expression.

      The girl brushes her hair out of her eyes and rushes to the handcuffed scared guy. “Did you tell them anything? You tend to babble when you're frightened, it's not that I don't trust you it's just I have the tendency to overshare when I'm scared and sometimes I don't shut up I-” “Shush. You're doing exactly that and we should keep quiet until we get a lawyer.” The guy says putting his handcuffed arms at her mouth. “And also, why are we handcuffed and she isn't?” The officer raises an eyebrow at him. “Ah, is it cause she's a chick? Pretty sexist dude.” “No, cause she wasn't there at the scene.” They all look at her. “I mean... true? But I mean I can be pretty scary-” the door interrupted yet another sentence and a woman in a dark blue suit enters with long blonde hair. “Thanks Craig. You're good to go.” “But Ma'am they're murderers-” “That is yet to be proven. So leave now. Or do I have to get your supervisor?” The officer gritted his teeth and huffed as he left the room, but before the door closed he let out one last “Bastards” before he left.

     “Who are you?” The boy covered in mud asked. “I'm your lawyer. Not appointed, but requested by a friend of yours.” “...” They room goes quiet as they all look around trying to wonder who that could have been. “Now. Why don't you all tell me your names before we get into this mess.” “With all due respect, we don't know yours and quite frankly I personally don't trust anyone at the moment. ANYONE.” The rough looking man says looking towards the one sitting down. The room's air fell dead silent and felt dead cold. “Look... I don't want to say it but I'm your only hope right now and if you want to not serve time behind somewhere cold, damp, and full of delinquents such as yourself, I suggest you comply. The name is Maria Karma, and I'll ask again. What's yours?”

“My... name is-”