The main hall of the Shogunate's capitol building was as plain as anything could get. Matching the coldness of the approaching winter outside, hues of simple black, gray and white splashed the entire place with so much eeriness that everyone present might as well shiver from the chill coursing through their spines.
The dark clad audience sat silent in their gray leather seats as they waited for the verdict of the one being prosecuted within a white box deemed as the defendant's cubicle.
A person wearing an ivory cloak called the judge sat behind a pitch black wooden table perched high in front of the criminal for everyone to see. The highly esteemed man took a breath in as if it was his last before addressing everybody.
