I'm at the court.
After the procureur read my crime, there was a stir in the public gallery.
The procureur glanced at the public gallery, but did not pause, just raising up the voice.
That transactional explanation, on the contrary, vividly recalled my memory.
That's what I did.
I understand that's against the law.
However, I don't think I did anything wrong at all.
Who can punish a person who hasn't done anything wrong?
No - no one can punish me.
That's what I thought when I was first arrested.
The judiciary, however, sees things differently. The statute is merely governed by its principles. How funny.
- No one can punish me.
The words echoed in my mind word for word.
This sentence can sum up everything. My initial conclusion has not changed.
My mind, her thoughts, revolved around our situation. The law ignores all of this and just pursues its meanings. Is that justice? If so, then such things are meaningless.
I want to say this, although of course that won't have any effect on the ongoing trial.
So how this story started? Where to begin?
Started with a strange woman suddenly handing me a note that says SOS?
No, it's more necessary to talk about the irreparable mistake I made in the past.
Well, that was in the summer of my sophomore year in high school.