"So, the crazy one is not only the defendant but also the attorney?" said Gideon with sarcasm.
"Well, I'm still better than you, who's making this personal," I retorted, approaching him.
"Really? Or are you the one who thinks this is personal?" Gideon looked at me intensely.
This time, I wouldn't back off from Gideon. I would face him and win!
"Huh, let's see who will win this case," I challenged him.
"Win? This is not a race; it's about a cold-blooded killer who murdered his own family," Gideon replied, returning to his place.
Oh, God, I hate that goody side of him. Like, damn it, Gideon! Could you show that you're a jerk, even once?!
"Trial will continue; the defendant, Mr. Seth, will be brought to this court," said the Judge, Judy.
Then, 'Mr. Seth' materialized behind me. As I turned around, I saw him in an orange suit, resembling the attire of a criminal, with black messy hair covering his eyes and a beard.
