That moment, the bailiff burst into the court, the deafening roar of this man's voice humorous, as you could barely see his head over the stands. "Your honour! The defence was murdered!"

That's in- my chance to clear myself of these allegations. A fatal mistake of the prosecution, but makes sense- someone cannot come on time if they are dead.

"Christ a- Bailiff, ring up forensics along with the police! Be quick! And you- you'd better get lucky with your next attorney- The defendants case will be put on hold. Court dismissed.

I spring to my feet, my shackles ringing out in the silence, but I make no noise, just a stunned silence. One more day to make this right. A fallen angels return to heaven- and I will make it.

With my standing- I shock the court info action. I'm swiftly restrained and pulled out of the court room- behind me a mess of confusion and hatred.

Collapsing into a hard wooden seat, I search around for a single person, an unbiased perspective to hear my story. Lost time that happened- they twisted the story- and lied to the court. Claimed to be a witness- I'm lucky I made it out alive- that last case was close... My thoughts spanned over a very- very long time- by the time I noticed, it was dark outside. The current period had been after lunch! How could it have be-

A sudden knock on the door cut me off- quickly swinging open to reveal a powerful figure, wearing a pristine suit and cravat- a smile barely visible on his pursed lips behind a gold mask- that of an Obol- I hope this won't come back to bite me.

"My name," said the figure. "Is Saint Yuri Xan, and I'll be your new defence attorney."

My heart fluttered, my soul reaching out of these tight bonds, embracing my saviour, and I sigh, fawning over this gift from God. "Oh thank you! God bless my weary soul!"

My hands reaching towards the masked man, he takes a seat at my side, turning to shine golden beams at me as he looks me up and down. "So... What's your case, young man?"

"P- Please! I didn't do it! I wasn't even there at the time! I couldn't have killed them! Not one of them!"

The masked figure reached a smooth, yet old hand towards me, placing it on my face. The contact was shocking, and rippled through my soul, the look on my face an underestimation of my wonder in that moment. With that, I grew calm, content, and one with myself. Looking deep into his eyes, I bow gently, smiling

"Now, my boy, be calm... What happened"

With that, I slowly retold my tale, as best I could, and he nods, taking my hand gently, and tugging me to my feet, unbuckling my shackles, and leading me to the door. " It's time- Don't worry, I'll save you."

The courtroom was silent as I took my seat, smiling as the Saint takes his place on the Defence stand. "Is the Defence ready?"

"Yes your honour."

"Is the Prosecution ready?"

"Yes your honour."

I watch in shock as the man plays a magic onto the courtroom, pointing out to the Jury with his words. I ended up myself believing what he was saying- for it was all true! I couldn't believe how he connected the dots in such a way... I loved it. Only minutes later, the sentence was given-

Not Guilty.

The man swiftly leaves the room, and I turn to watch, but... I don't see him. Opening my mouth in shock, something falls out of it- a coin- an Obol.