Chapter 6

The day of the trial, the weather was exceptionally clear. As we walked into the courthouse side-by-side, we ran into Lysander. He wore a black suit, his hair neatly styled, but it couldn't hide the fatigue and guilt in his eyes. He saw me, paused for a moment, seemed to want to say something, but ultimately just nodded. Inside the courtroom, Olivia was already in the defendant's dock. She wore prison garb, her hair disheveled like dry grass, her face devoid of color. She looked nothing like the delicate, pitiable 'younger girl next door' from before. When she saw me, her eyes suddenly lit up—not with joy, but with a venomous glare, as if she wanted to devour me whole. After the trial began, the prosecutor first presented the evidence. The surveillance footage showed Olivia, wearing a mask, using a wrench to loosen the power steering fluid line on my car. The purchase records included the wrench and the camera. Olivia's lawyer immediately argued, "My client suffers from severe