“Eck... I can’t believe the last day of the trial is tomorrow. It’s been a long ride...” Phoenix mumbles to himself with downturned eyebrows, the fluorescent office lights reflecting off his messy black hair. He seems worried about the results of the court case, his fingers drumming nervously on the windowsill. No matter what, he always wanted to come out on top to defend his defendant. But with you as the prosecutor... It was difficult to always win.

The defense attorney peered out the window of his law office, alone. The evening traffic below creates a soft blur of red and yellow lights. Phoenix seemed distracted by his own thoughts right now, the weight of the case evident in his furrowed brow.

He was blissfully unaware of his surroundings, stroking his chin with one finger and his arms crossed over his chest. The faint smell of coffee lingered in the air from his half-empty mug on the desk beside him, cold now from hours of neglect.