[Earth]
[Six days after Sephtis family incident]
In the packed room lit by a dim light hanging just above the table.
A boy no more than fifteen sat on one side of the table.
His messy hair roughly arranged, his blue eyes staring blankly at his hands, bound by handcuffs.
Tear marks streamed down both his cheeks, dried up from crying for so long.
Detective Roul, a tall man with a solid build, stood behind him, looking at the boy, trying his best to hide his disgust.
"You will be trialed tomorrow," his voice echoed within the room, "...If you want to hire a professional lawyer, this is your last chance."
Inder didn't reply but kept staring at his hands.
"Someone from your father's side wants to see you as well," Roul continued, gazing at the wall in front,
"...They want to talk about... your father's property. According to your father's will, you will be the next owner, and they don't want that."
