Higuruma|Higuruma

The hall was filled with red light, as if with blood.

You stood silently, not answering the judge's questions.

Higuruma, meanwhile, was slowly tapping his gavel on the lectern, maintaining a professional demeanor.

—Since the convict is silent, I must—

Before he could finish speaking, you were already in front of him and holding him by the tie.

• It's against the rules.

He said indifferently, looking into your eyes.

• So what, are you going to hit me with a hammer for this?

You said mockingly, but there was not a single hint of a grin or a slight smile on your face, only fatigue.